tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-327679112017-11-07T15:05:50.896-08:00Candid Confessions!!!Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-81805117459113040402013-08-16T02:01:00.002-07:002013-08-16T06:01:13.876-07:00Rikshaw Troubles !!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"&nbsp;<i>Bhaya Langford road chaloge</i>"</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"<i>&nbsp;Langford roadaa !!!!...illa ilaa</i>" (Note : dialogues have to be read with a tinge of south accent. )</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"&nbsp;<i>Chalo na bhaya .</i>." ...me pleading</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"<i>Vokey Rs 150 dena</i>"</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"&nbsp;<i>Rs 150 !!!!!!..arre bhaya 40 hi hota hai !!!</i>&nbsp;"</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"&nbsp;<i>Heheheh...40 Rs...!!!! &nbsp;kyaaaaa Amma...toh hum naiii jana</i>"....said he with a devlish smile..</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Beginning of yet another beautiful day in Bangalore !!!! &nbsp;Believe me I have nothing against Bangalore..I love so many things about it..like ..like the climate...and many other things that I can't think of right now..but yaa I ..I...love Bangalore... (&nbsp;<i>Sob Sob...OKKK I admit I love Mumbaiiiii...and I miss it like anything...now I know why they say once a Mumbaikar always a Mumbaikar</i>&nbsp;) .</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In Bangalore the autodrivers are terrorists in green uniform...and they drive me nutsssss...!!!...I mean come on..everyday they have yet another unrealistic demand..and on top of it they call me their&nbsp;<i>amma</i>...!!!!....Nahiiiiiiiii..!!!..I think people should actually go on a morcha against them just for that reason..Hmmphhh !!! Then one day after being called&nbsp;<i>amma</i>&nbsp;for the one millionth time , I decided bas enough is enough , these autowala's should be taught a lesson...and&nbsp;from that moment itself ..yours only Mumbaikar took the responsibilities of female Shahenshah...aka Shahehshi.. Please accept my Bow..&nbsp;</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Andheri raaton meiiiiii</span></i></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sunsaan raahon per&nbsp;</span></i></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Har zulm mitane ek masiha nikalti hai ..</span></i></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Jisse autowaale Shahenshi kehte hain...</span></i></b></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Thankyou Thank you</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/S__HdbdpT2I/AAAAAAAAARE/5F_9x77Jccg/s1600/shahenshah.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476314980308045666" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/S__HdbdpT2I/AAAAAAAAARE/5F_9x77Jccg/s320/shahenshah.jpg" style="cursor: move; float: left; height: 300px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; width: 220px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;The responsibilities included :</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">1. Catching a suspect cheater autodriver</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2. Negotiating properly with him..</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">3. If anybody quoting an unrealistic amount&nbsp;</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;Then &lt; give karara jawaab and forward his auto no to the traffic authority &gt;</span></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">&nbsp;This worked so many times that suddenly there was fear amongst all the autowalas of Bangalore. A fear of Shahenshi traveling in your auto and complaining about you. Traffic police of bangalore were flooded with auto numbers. Radios , Tv going on and on about Shahenshi...phew !!! Suddenly things were perfect..just perfect until oneday.....</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">*************************************</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>First of all some basic information ..my Mom (M) , my mother-in-law ( MIL )and Myself wanted to travel from location X to our house.</i>&nbsp;As per Shahenshi rules I negotiated properly ..</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me : "<i>Bhaya Koramangala chalenge</i>"</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Autowala ( A): "<i>Hmm 120 Rs</i>"</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me: "&nbsp;<i>120 Rs !!!...nahi bhaya 75 hi lagta hai yahan se</i>"</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A: "&nbsp;<i>Nai madam raat hai 120 vonlyyyyyyyyy !!!!!!&nbsp;</i>&nbsp;"</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Before I could open my mouth...M and MIL in chorus</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"&nbsp;<i>Koiiiii baat nahi beta ....de denge..vaise bhi raat hai...isse less mei kya milega</i>&nbsp;"</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me : "<i>Arre yaar kya kar rahe ho..ye bangalore hai...ye inki aadat hai..ye toh kuch bhi bolega..</i>"</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"&nbsp;<i>&nbsp;Leave it..de de</i>"</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Great !!! my crew members seemed like agents of the autogang...(God forbid if emotional atyaachaar people ever have to face such problems..)</span></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">M and MIL started their chit chat...</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">M : Chit</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">MIL : Chat..chit chit</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">M : chat chat...rat a tat</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me&nbsp; : ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Suddenly I woke up...I looked around ...we were definitely somewhere else..</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me : "&nbsp;<i>Bhayaa kidhar jaa rahe ho.. "</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Autowala sleepily : "&nbsp;<i>kworaamangalaa...(burp) "</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me: "&nbsp;<i>Arre board mei toh Jayanagar dikha raha hai...."</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Autowala silent</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me: "&nbsp;<i>Turn maaro...abhi turn maaro...Take a right ..yahan se left lo...uss autowala se poocho...blah blah...and some more blah</i>&nbsp;"</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Atlast we reached home...phewwwwwww !!!..</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Autodriver&nbsp; : "&nbsp;<i>Amma 200 dena&nbsp;</i>"</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me :&nbsp;"&nbsp;<i>200 kyu..humne 120 bola tha na</i>&nbsp;"</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A (typical south accent ): "<i>&nbsp;Tum ghoom ghoomke aana..itna petrol mera khana..isliye 200&nbsp;</i>"</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me : "<i>&nbsp;Tumko humne Koramangala bola..tum kidhar bhi ghumaane le jaoge toh hum kya uske bhi paise denge??&nbsp;</i>" (Clap clap for me...thank u thank u )</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now our autodriver looked disapprovingly towards M and MIL..."<i>&nbsp;Dekkko madam itna raat hai...abhi aisa bolte hain kya&nbsp;</i>"</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Suddenly I was Amrish puri and he was foreign returned son for my 2 Jaya bachans...kabhi khushi kabhi gham part 2 .</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now M and MIL strated talking in kashmiri: M1: "&nbsp;<i>Ye chu gareeb bichor !!!...vayn kya chu di emis...kyuta zoov kadav emsund</i>" ( Poor soul...he is very poor... its nothing..we cant suck his blood )</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me : "&nbsp;<i>What ???... he is not a poor soul...plzzzz...I am not going to give anything extra to him..that too for taking us on a ride...Psst Psst ...mummmy mummy I wanted to tell you something..I am Shahenshi...remember that sansani episoe...its me ..me...All autowala's are scared of me...I complain to the police whenever I find any autowala doing cheating...&nbsp;</i>"</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But to my disappointment ...they were much more interested in the sad story of the autowala...</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Autodriver : "<i>Amma itna raat ko gaadi chalaneko mera aankh bhi dukhta tha...per mei kuch bola??...nai na..aur abhi madam aisa daantke baat karta... aisa acha hai kya ??....mere ghar pe bhi aap dono jaisa maa hai..mujhe ghar jana khaana leke ..amma ke liye.</i>."</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I saw a small tear escape their eyes...suddenly they took out money from their purses..and said "&nbsp;<i>koi nai koi nai...ye lo beta paise jao..</i>"</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and turning to me.."&nbsp;<i>Hatay bichor ... kya rovi...itpathan cha karaan..dumri dumri khatar chak paan maaraan..?? ".. ( Look at the poor boy...but whats wrong with you...for single single penny you have started to fight !!!! ")... aur &nbsp;kya shahenshi behanchi laga rakha hai...khana toh theek se khaa nahi sakti...apni halat dekh... aur logon ka complaint karti rehti hai...tujhe jisne shahenshi banaya uska complaint karna chahiye... "</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One tight slap on my face !!!!....Are eating and social activities related ??...Noooo !!!!...but for parents &nbsp;somehow everything is related to eating , studying and what not...no wonder&nbsp;Superman, Spiderman, apna Indian Krishh had a flourishing career...yeahhh coz they never ever told their parents about it.. else their superhero career would also go down &nbsp;the drains..!!! ...Sob sob..!!!</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">P.s : This happened a couple of years ago...so if currently you are the Shahenshi or Shahensha...dont worry I dont know your identity...it was just that I didn't get time to write about it when I was in your shoes...please continue your good work and here's a pat on your back..I am proud of you my dear...:)...but still if you want to say anything to me...Please be my guest and leave a&nbsp;<a href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32767911&amp;postID=8180511745911304040" target="_blank">Comment</a>&nbsp;here..:)</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; 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Click !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">Am finally back to my dearesssttttt blog spot...and it feels soooo good..seriously...for a person like me...who at every point in time whether in a bus or on a cycle, is busy making up stories and who at each point in life is ready to include the character of a "YET ANOTHER " stupid person..it was actually very difficult to control myself and be away from blogspot ..but such is life. Actually the last time I announced my marriage on my blogspot..I got very emotional comments from some handsome and some not so handsome guys...half of them even took on to drugs after hearing my new marital status...for them I can only pray that guys don't lose hope you will surely find an average girl for yourself..(heheheh..coz the best is already taken...;))).....)..and plzzzzzzzzz say no to drugs..:D...</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">In this break had been to Mauritius...and what a place it is ... beautiful..so romantic.....Now in Mauritius S and I were very sure we would have a really good time and would try to enjoy each and every moment..I mean how many times do you actually get a week off from office..hai na..so it was high time we left all our tensions at home. To make it more eventful we decided to enroll in for some adventure sports . So the first day we decided to go in for Paragliding... Arrangements were done and we were told by our agent that we would be joined by one more couple. Another couple...!!!!....insecure that I am..I immediately started instructing S to stay away from the girl..but I tell you boys will always be boys..he wore his gogs..styled his hair....thus raising my BP to an extreme level...</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">S</span> : " </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;">Hey don't worry yaar I will not pay any special attention to her...but can't help it if she does </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">" ..giving a wicked smile..</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Angry me</span> : "</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;">Hmmm... theek hai theek hai..</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">"</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Scene 2</span>: Our vehicle stopped near a hotel...being a possessive wife and a jealous one too (like a true bhartiya naari )..I kept peeping through the car window to get a clear view of the couple who would be joining us....from a distance I saw two Indian Uncle's approaching our car...both of them in their 50's..very fat...wearing dehati goggles...</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">" </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;">Hmmm okkk..</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">"..surprised me</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">" </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;">Heyyyyy what the heck...are they a couple????</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"> "...disappointed S..;)</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">Uncle 1 and Uncle 2 sat with us, raised their gogs and gave a widddddddeee smile...</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">we returned a grin ...</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Uncle 1 :</span> " </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;">Ahhhh Indianss ??? </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">"</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">S</span> : " </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;">Yes.. </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">"</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">Uncle 2 looking at both of us suspiciously..then suddenly winking at S and asking...</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">" </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;">Hmmmm.....Friends haaaaaaaaan?????</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"> "</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me trying to clarify :</span> " </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;">No no no we are married...</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">"</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Uncle 2 </span>: " </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;">Hahahah ok ok...good good </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">"</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">S :</span> " </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;">So where are you both from ???</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"> "</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Uncle 1 :</span> " </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;">Jee we are from Chandigarh...we have come here for holidays..</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">"</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">" </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;">Ohh good good </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">"..we both sang in chorus.</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">The whole way they kept on talking and talking and..talking...as if they had a bloody motor inside their mouth. After 1 hr which in their company seemed like 10 whole days..we reached that place ..</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">Atlaaassst fresh air...and paragliding...boss it was a wonderful experience.. ( This is highly recommended to everyone....believe me you feel like a bird...wowwww...:) )</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">Now if you are married or have a Bf/Gf you would understand this universal truth.. that if you go out on a romantic holiday or an outing with your other half..you end up having no pics clicked together as a couple.. In our case it is the same thing...our fb accounts are filled with my pics in different poses..some under a tree ..some on top of a tree and that too trees at different locations.. and poor S gets left with minimum pics...that too don't turn out that well ( I mean..come on.. everybody is not blessed with a photogenic face like mine nooooo....:P....sorry S....heyy but you are improving...:) )..and only one or two pics together..so half the time we have to explain to everybody that baba we had gone to X place together onlyyyy....But this time S came up with an idea ...S being one hell of a fighter...had decided that this time he would have as many pics as mine...better than mine..and even couple pics...so that everybody would know who had spent the bucks on these trips...hmmm fair enough I thought..but how??</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"> " <span style="font-style: italic;">Uncles kab kaam aayenge...!!!...we will ask these uncles to take our pics...as it is ..what will they do here... </span>"..S suggested</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">It was a moment of pride for me..I always knew S was meant to do big things in life...</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">" <span style="font-style: italic;">Tum mahaan ho S..waah </span>"...Sob sob..</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">So we jumped into action..we could see both Uncles...I went to one of the uncles..</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">" </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;">Aaaankeeel aankeel</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"> ( Plz pronounce it the way it is...my friend used to call uncles as aaankeeeel...and all indian uncles used to find it soo sweet that all uncles..however rude they were would melt like butter and from rude uncle would turn into Santa clause clone aaankeeels...ho ho ho..)...</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;">aaankeeel aaankeel..will you please take our pic together..</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">"...</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">and like I said...aankeel melted..</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">" </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;">Jarroorr jee jarooor...take a pose take a pose</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">"</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">S and I flashed our smiles...hurriedly S combed his hair...confidently put his hand on my shoulder and we both gave a pose of Hum saath saath hain...</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Uncle :</span> " </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;">Wonderful jee...wonderful</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">"...showing even with sign language of his fingers that what a wonderful pic that would be... " </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;">One more pic ho jaaye jee one more pic</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"> .."</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">Again we gave another pose...Uncle seemed so happy with our talent that he too decided not to be left behind..and started click click click...</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"> After 2 -3 pics ...We took the camera from Uncle and hurriedly wanted to check what had been saved...</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">I still remember.. when we saw the pics...S and I looked at each other with a mixed reaction..it was a complicated one..laughter ..trembling lips..confusion and shock...</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">The first pic didn't have our body only..it only had our 2 smiling heads in the background of a wide open sky...and second pic had the photo of only one ear.. I still don't know whether it was S's ear..my ear or freaking somebody else's ear...!!!!..</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"> </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">Aaaaaankeeeeeeeellllll ye tumne theek nahi kiya...!!!!..tumne humara pyaar dekha hai gussa nahiiiiiiii....</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">.......arre how was it possible that somebody would not even know how to use a camera....arre if he didnt know..he should have told us na baba...wastage of time and pose..</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">But not for our 2 aankeels ...I think this gave them some idea..coz after sometime.. we could see them approaching all bikini clad girls and repeating the question to them :</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">" </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;">Madam Do u want us to take your photooograp???..</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">"</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">And innocent that these foreigner kudi's are ..they very sweetly would handover their cameras to these uncles...they would take a photograph and do some timepass talks with them..</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"> Now everything was ok..but imagine..the reaction of these foreigners when they would see the end result on their cameras...India's name totally ruined...stupid aaaankeeeels...</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;">To cut a long story short ....Phewwww...whole Mauritius trip was excellent except for ofcourse the uncle part..and yes again we ended up having separate S's pics.. ( this time with little improvement).., my separate pics ( mind blowing as usual ) and the 2 smiling faces of our's dangling together...:D</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><br /><br /><br />P.S : </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Do leave your comments to let me know if you liked my post or have any suggestions for me ....and for spammers please keep your dirty fingers out of my blog...</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span> <br /></span></div>Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-46754893699164884202010-07-05T03:08:00.000-07:002010-07-07T03:58:18.341-07:00Ajab Ghar Ki Gajab Kahani !!!!<span style="font-family:verdana;">It was Monday morning...<em>yawwn</em> !!..I was feeling feverish..had stomach pain...had a headache and I think vomiting sensation too....hmmm is that enough or something else is required??....naaaahhhh...like everyone else in this world ..just had my monday blues...yeahh would have to go to office...<em>yawnnnn</em>...!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">As usual Monday seemed perfect for picnic, hiking, biking but not for office..Like me everyone in office seemed to be in the same state of mind...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" <em>Heyy Srinu kya yaar neend aa raha hai...</em>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" <em>Me too yaar..am planning to go on a sales call..you wanna come...?? </em>"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sales Call...yeahhh thats right..what better than a sales call...with a fake " <strong><em>Biiiiig Client</em> </strong>" . I had never done that before..but I knew Srinu topped in these clients...so I was in..:)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">We took permission from our boss...told a false story about The Big Daddy of all the customers..and how he seemed sooooo interested in our policies...Hopped on to the bike and ran away..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Me</strong> : " <em>Oye where are we going ?? </em>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Srinu</strong> : " <em>Arre baba for a customer call...</em>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Me</strong> : " <em>Yeah but is he like really interested in our product?</em>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Srinu</strong> : " <em>Big deal yaar...TP karenge..aur apne apne ghar jaayenge..tomorrow we will tell boss that the other bank reached there first...or something like he was technically so strong that he found out loop holes in our product..chiiiiiiill ...</em>"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hmmmm fair enough..so no tension of getting caught..phewww..!!!..I tell you now a days everybody is becoming cleverer day by day.<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">After 20 min of bike ride we reached a bunglow...I could sense that there was some type of a construction going on in their house. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" <em>Hi Srinu</em>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" <em>Good Morning Mr Rudra</em> "</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"<em> Come come ..I am sorry we are kind of redecorating our house..very sorry for the mess</em>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Me and srinu in chorus..</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" <em>Hahahah no no sir..with the mess it looks just like our branch...heheh...homely atmosphere for us..</em>"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mr Rudra seemed to be a very sweet person..I could notice his stomach paunch..;P..he smiled gently and led us inside his house. He introduced us to Mrs Rudra who was a beautiful woman ..with a paunch in the making ...:P. Once I entered the house this blog will turn more of my observations/ reviews about the inmates...and less about the product we tried to pitch..:)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Characters: </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">1.) <strong>Mr Rudra and Mrs Rudra</strong> (It's not about them..excuse me but I never pull down my clients..as it is ..they offered me Gulab Jamun..which I liked a lot.:P )<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">2.) <strong>Senior Mr Rudra and Senior Mrs Rudra</strong>..let me call Rudra as R</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">3.) <strong>Grand Mr R and and Grand Mrs R</strong></span><br />(P S : Guest appearance Little Boy R )<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">No need to search for a 4th point.. for the Grandest Mr R..coz my friends we are talking about humans here not tortoises..Hmmph</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here I go : ( You owe me a lot my dear R for making me write this blog...:) )</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sitting on the sofa when we came in was an old woman..I thought she was Mr Rudra's mother..but then he clarified she was his granny...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ooops !!!...she had definitely maintained herself...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Granny :</strong> </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">She seemed lost in some other world..she did not get up when we came in..she remained seated and kept thinking about something..as if she was getting encrypted messages from the outer world..and she was trying to decode it for the others benefit.Suddenly she looked at me..and said..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" <em>Ohh so you came..haan...good I was waiting for you...you used to stay in our neighbourhood right...I think your granny and I were childhood friends..you know when I was young I used to play a lot with her...and blah blah...then I broke my ankle..but then I..blah blah blah..</em>"...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Like you all know about my patience and sweetness..I kept on listening to her .. tried to understand the context of our conversation...I tried to understand each and every word without fail..there were words that I could not understand..I had to do lip reading for them..but my friends I did not give up.. ( <strong>Phewww !!!...so sweet of me...Thanku thanku..:)</strong> )...In short I tried to kill maximum time..so that I would not have to go back to the branch... ;)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">But my concentration was broken..by a loud thumping noise. Somebody was racing down the stairs...I could not a catch a glimpse of anything..it was so fast...as if it had a motor fitted to it ..</span><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Was that a bird ?....was that a plane..?...ohhh or is it supermaaaaaann !!!</span></em><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Ehm ! Ehm ! Its my father "...interrupted Mr Rudra..<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Senior Mr Rudra seemed to be in a hurry...he had a paint can in his hand..and was rushing with lightening speed towards an unknown destination...followed by a cute little boy again with smaller version of that can ..wearing what would have been a very nice and cute top..but was now full of paint. He seemed to be running his head off...up the stairs and then down the stairs..with that can...( <strong>What he was trying to do is still unknown.</strong>.)...thanks to Mrs Rudra who came in time, took the can from their hands..did the necessary work in less than a min..that he stopped thumping on the stairs and set out for some other mission..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" Up up and awaaaaaaayyyyyyy..."....woww..he really must have been a Superman fan ..<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">With him leaving the scene...Suddenly I heard a soft music coming from somewhere..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Background music...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Ohhhhh Noooori..Noooori...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>aajaaa reeeee....</strong></span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A sudden wind blew...and then she came in slow motion with a candle in her hand...I figured she was senior Mrs Rudra... </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/TDHCE0lvt7I/AAAAAAAAARU/lq4LXfeNpRY/s1600/noorie.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 90px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490382808833570738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/TDHCE0lvt7I/AAAAAAAAARU/lq4LXfeNpRY/s320/noorie.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">She sat next to me...looked at me...did some pushups with the candle (like a dumbbell )...smiled at me..and said..I do this exercise everyday..You know the doc has actually asked me for a complete bedrest...(stressing on complete..to make it clear for me ) I looked at her from top to bottom ..she looked healthier than me...I mean in comparison to her I looked like a Jaundice patient..:P</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" <em>Ohh bed rest..tch tch...what happened you not well..???</em>"...showing my specialized fake sympathy...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">She seemed to be a bigger actress than me..she acted like Rajesh Khanna from Anand and said</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" <em>Naaa reeee....Ab mei kya kahun...even the docs cant figure out..they say...<strong>give bed some rest..and do some exercise</strong>..so I figured out that I needed bed rest and little exercise..God only knows what is happening inside our bodies..</em>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I smiled ackwardly understanding exactly what the docs would have meant.Her talks were never ending...she told me about how even if she is not well she does more work than her daughter in law..( Mrs Rudra )..which I think was absurd..with her Noorie charachter and slow motion drifting I wondered how much work she actually did ??..To be honest the whole day I could see Mrs R doing maximum and smart work as compared to others...also on how the servant had become a badtameez...and would not listen to her...hmmm which seemed possible ..with her Noooorie attitude...:). This time too kept on listening to her rants as I was the chosen one for all her complaints...hmmm but never mind...thats my job..you got to lose something in order to gain a chutti from office..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Last but not the least came Grand Mr Rudra...If you guys have seen Mork and Mindy show...he was a replica of Exidor..for those who have no clue what I am talking about take a peep..<br /></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/TDHY2aPvuVI/AAAAAAAAARc/52YGsD2N55I/s1600/robertdonner2.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490407850011244882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/TDHY2aPvuVI/AAAAAAAAARc/52YGsD2N55I/s200/robertdonner2.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />He was cranky about <em>something</em>...upset that <em>something</em> had gone wrong and but sadly he was the only one who could sense that <em>something</em>...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">In the midst of this something something...and after meeting so many characters ..I think I lost myself...and started hearing and sensing <em>something something</em> myself...Thankgod for Srinu..who suddenly brought me back into real life..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" <em>Dimple he is taking our policy...yeahhhh!!!! ...fass gaya fass gaya..boss khush ho jaayega..</em>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">What.. did he say policy mei koi fass gaya ??</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Priceless...so many characters under one roof...Tp ka TP and one policy freeeeeeeee....yet another mission accomplished...:))</span><br /><br /><p></p>Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-79354508686218372332009-08-10T12:18:00.000-07:002009-08-10T12:19:53.407-07:00Jab We Met (Part 2) ..Gathering Troubles<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" > <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Hellooo !!!!</span></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Me : </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" > <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Namaste Aunty !!!</span></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" > "<br />"</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Looking very pretty...sooooo ..feeling nervous ??</span> </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Me after fake blushing</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" > : " </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Hehheheh....hmmm..ya a little nervous...and hows every one??</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"<br />"</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Everyone is fine...heheheh....chalo all the best...byee</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"<br />" </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Thanks Aunty</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"<br /><br />Okkkk now who was she???....a new question..a new doubt..<br /><br />If you are still thinking what exactly is going on in this post..then boyzzzz and gurlzzzzzz....it was my marriage reception ...(</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Sorry to break all handsome and not so handsome hearts</span> )...<span style="font-family:verdana;">well yes I got married and on my reception day I realised I had a memory power of Aamir Khan from Ghajini....</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br />Those who are married and have undergone this experience will know what I am talking about..and those who still have not got married..you should really undergo such tests..this will help you in analyzing yourself.. knowing your strong points..your intelligence.. whether you have an inbuilt acting and modeling talent or not ...and to know whether you have a photo genic face..or that of a scare crow..;P..<br /><br />Receptions/Marriages are like reality shows...In front of the camera..nothing can go wrong..its all perfect..Bride HAS to look beautiful..Groom HAS to look like a prince..and a fairytale is captured by the camera man..with varied background music.. (such songs which you might have never even heard before)...but off camera..silly mistakes..goof up can happen..<br /><br />" </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Hey was she your aunt or mine??</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"<br />"</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Pata nahi re....we will ask somebody else afterwards..keep smiling...video shooting ho raha hai</span>"</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >..said S in full enthu<br />Lights camera action..one smile from my side..one pose from S's side..and there was no end to the imagination of the photographer...sometimes you are asked to give a serious pose of Amitabh Bachan and Jaya Bachan from Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gam...sometimes a exra happy look from Hum Saath Saath Hain...but after giving so many poses..you get so frustrated ..so tired..that you start looking like Sridevi from Nagin..;)....<br /><br />" </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Sir ...hello sir...aap seat pe betho ..and madam aap seat ke handle pe betho..</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"<br />Gr888...<br />"</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Sir smile toh do..wo dekho madam ko...kaise hase jaa rahi hai..</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"<br />(</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Believe me one photographer said exactlyyyy this to me..I was not even smiling da..I dont know why he said that..but I got sooo bloody conscious that I stopped smiling only</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >)</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br />"</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Heyy..kya hai wo aunty ke plate mei...slurrpppp ...kya tasty lag raha hai</span>"</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Arre humko nahi milega kya...??....humko khaana kab milega??Humara number kab aayega??</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"<br /></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br />Yup this was the worst part when I could see everybody enjoying other than the two of us...people having tasty tasty Tandoori chicken, Paneer pakode, Spring rolls ..yum yum ...was feeling like a roadside beggar watching rich kids have their food..." </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Humko kuch kaane ko dede baii</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/Sn7BV-Z9CcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JvGas4QfcTU/s1600-h/tuntun.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/Sn7BV-Z9CcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JvGas4QfcTU/s320/tuntun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367940389145479618" border="0" /></a><br />But damn ..cant eat on stage...imagine all my pics coming with one plate in hand..Hmmm not a good sight..<br /><br /><br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/user/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" />On top of all this... when you see so many people together in the same hall, you keep forgetting their names.. their connection with you...how you know them..when you met..etc etc blah blah..BUT you need to act...act as if he / she is the chosen one "for your marriage"..<br />But this acting has to be done under proper guidance..else things can go wrong..and YOU CAN BE CAUGHT MID WAY..<br />" </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Namakaaarrr beta...kaise ho</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"..(</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >In a typical Kashmiri accent</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >)<br />"</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Namaste uncle..mei theek hun..aur sab log kaise hain</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"<br />" </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Waray waray...che parznovthas beh??</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >" ( </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Everyone is fine..Btw did you recognize me?</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >)<br />" </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Heheheheh...</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">(Damn no...)</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >..haan uncle ..parznovum</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >" ( </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Yeah recognized </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >)<br />" </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Acha kus chus beh?? </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"..( </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Ok so who am I..??</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >)<br />" </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Hehheeh <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">(</span> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >God plzzzz help me..S say something..arre whose uncle is he??...)</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >..hehehe...Priyanka didi's dad right </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >( who Prinyanka..which Priyanka..dont ask) </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"<br />Uncle with a surprised look..."</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" > Hatay kusi Priyanka....beh chus Boytoth..</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"..[</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" > What Priyanka ..which Priyanka...I am Boytoth..</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >](</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >For those who are not kashmiris..Boytoth is a name..it is not like Boy George...it is Boytoth...hmmm a different name ...pronounced in a different way..kashu people will know..what I am talking abt..;)</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >)<br /><br />" </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Ohhh acha acha..sorry thoda confuse ho gayi thee..</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"<br />" </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Hatay confuse chak gasan..tohy bambi wayl chu sory keh mashraavaan..wal wayn..naal muth teh myooth karay...</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"..(</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Confused !!!..kids from Bombay forget everything..come here will give you a hug..</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >)<br />In kashimiris..hugging each and every relative is of utmost importance...so you can imagine our halat..when you have to standup every now and then and keep hugging people...its damn tiring..and you get programmed...Smile..Stand ...hug..sit (In a Recursive mode)<br /><br />In the end when our stage "performance" was over..I gave a sigh of relief that now nothing could go wrong.We atlast went for having our long awaited dinner ..suddenly my mom came with 2 gentlemen<br />"</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" > Everything went fine na !!</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"...asked my mom<br />"</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" > oh yes..</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"<br />" </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Oh btw did you meet them..they were saying Dimple Didi ko ab tak nahi mile..</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"<br />Since I was still in my recursive mode..so before hearing the whole story..I got ready to give my 2 brothers..who wanted to meet thr Dimple didi a robotic hug..when suddenly my mom said<br />"</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Hay hay...Yem che waaaaz aamat</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >"...( </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Heyyy...they are the cooks</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >)<br /><br />Phewww Thank God didnt do anything....this only meant that still anything could happen...like I said..Receptions are like reality shows...any thing can happen at anytime...I hope you people too are successful in keeping your silly mistakes...and popatness off camera..All the Best.. :)<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >( PS : All characters and names used in this post are fictitious in nature..and boss in case you find some similarity with your character or name......then be happy with the 2 min fame that you are getting because of me..and promise that you will write a post and make me the heroine in that ..:) ) </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-21779373343746506862009-04-09T11:57:00.000-07:002009-04-10T01:00:18.656-07:00Jab We Met...<span style="font-family:verdana;">People who have met me know that I talk a lot..I got this habit since the time I was 2 yrs old..yup... from that time onwards.. I have been talking non stop...Sometimes on a topic and sometimes without anyyyy topic...Phewww!! But there are times when you can't do even things you are very good at..and same thing happened to me...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">yes my dear friends..it happened " Jab we Met "...I mean when I met " S " for the first time...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">My parents were worried about my shaadi..no not because I had any problems...it was because the astrologer broke out a secret that I AM A MANGALIK...yeahh..(not that there is any big deal about it..you can refer to my discussion on it from my earlier post</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://dimpleslife.blogspot.com/2007/10/mangalik-and-me-duh.html"> Duhh !! </a><span style="font-family:verdana;">..............). Now the point here is that the astro uncle was quite clear that kundli had to be matched properly ..and my damned kundli was not matching with anyone..not even with the tree ... hero of my Mangalik blog .</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Then suddenly one day one kundli came ...PERFECT MATCH..!!!...(Touch wood Touchwood..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Adding to my touchwood touchwood...I will add a song too..Jammu truck driver special..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Buri nazar waale<br />Tu sao saal jeeye<br />Aur jab tak tu jiye<br />Tere bacche tera khoon peeye<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">waah waah waah waah</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The boy was S...very qualified...MBA from a very reputed college..who had always stood Ist in his class...and where I was concerned...for me...I had always stood Ist in the queue while going back home from school..yes always....:)) !!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">15th Dec 07 was decided as the date when I would for the first time meet a guy for shaadi (Marriage ) talks..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">That day ..believe me I was not at all tense..I was feeling confident...my parents were more tense than me...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > Vayn karze na badtameezi ..</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"..( " Now dont misbehave over there") instructed my granny as if I was a ruffian kid going to meet my school principal..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > Don't worry granny dear, it will be fine...and mom plzzz...if I show signs of disinterest to you...plzz save me..just check out the status after maybe 20-30 mins...if he is boring me to death ..then do anything..use any excuse but plzz you will have to save me </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">For me it was very simple...if the boy throws attitude and shows off his qualifications...I will show him my attitude..but in case the boy is good..then I would have to make him say yes for me..(</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Boss I cant get so many leaves from office..</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">) so it had to be now or never ...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">15 th Dec..I took a HALFDAY from office ..(see I didn't get a leave that day also ..and you are thinking why it had to be now or never)..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">SCENE 1</span> :Mom and me waiting for them to turn up..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">SCENE 2 </span>: Entry of S, his mom and a common Aunty</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">SCENE 3</span>: Both of us trying to know each other as much as we could...Now </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">when we were talking with each other..one thing was clear,he had done all types of R&amp;D about me...hmmm..he was ek dum well prepared..where I was concerned it was a usual case for me ...attending exam without any preparation .</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">My eagle eye vision and Chacha Chaudhary wala tez dimaag se I could make out that he was a very good boy and very down to earth..I don't remember any instance when he tried to show off in front of me...that meant only one thing...Mission SAY YES had to be started:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">That meant giving a biiiiiiiiig smile after regular intervals...showing off my 32 teeth...[</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Now coz I already look a little like Ashwarya Rai and hmmm ... a little like Kareena...then you can imagine the effect my smile would have on him..sorry I seriously don't like to point this out..but don't have any other choice...so modest..thanku thanku..( Ok...those who know the reality can continue with the next line)</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">]...and would have to use a little bit of my acting talent..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">As far as he was concerned he wanted to show how much effort he had put in knowing me... After every 5 mins he would shoot " Yet Another tricky " question at me...and I was not prepared with even one answer....I didn't know what to ask...how to ask..and what to answer..:P</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > So what are your expectations from your husband</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Hmmm expectations...oh yes ..many expectations..He has to be caring, sweet, I need security in life..so he has to be well settled.."</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >and??</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >and and hmmmm nothing...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Dratt I was not even able to cook any more expectations on spot</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > Are you serious ???...these are the only expectations?? I mean other girls have a list of it</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ooops !!!..now what ..how I wish I could have a peep into these lists..may be I was forgetting something..I had to act confident ...had to do something...Ahhhhh !!! Acting Lesson no 2, dialogue no 242 would have to be used here ...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Hmmm...other girls may have many expectations...BUT I... am a very simple girl....who does not have many expectations...coz expectation leads to unnecessary misery and suffering </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I saw him yawning like anything...ooopppsss ...I have always had this problem of overacting...dialogue no 242 had always been a failure..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">S tried to change the topic after hearing this answer...I think he was shocked and didn't want a female version of Buddha ..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >What all things do you like</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >I like to sing , dance, talk,read novels..</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >and??</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >and...and many things... I .. I like everything..</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Why why does he include AND after hearing every answer...shucks...!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >I have heard...you are a big time kanjoos"</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" ><br />" Whatt kanjoos me???...who told u that.??."</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" ><br />" well got to know through my sources..and that too you never used to share your tiffin??"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">NOT SHARING MY TIFFIN???!!!!!...it was then that I realized that he had seen my orkut profile also...and these friends of mine had not written any good thing about me..it was all about my kanjoosi..).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Heheheh...these friends of mine don't have any other work...they have written all wrong things about me..actually mei kanjoos nahi thee...wo log confuse ho gaye ..hehheeh...wo jhooth bol rahe hain...mei thodi si hi thee..ab mei theek hun.."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > hahahah..oh I see...you can also ask questions..it should not be a one sided session...it has to be more interactive"</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >" Yes sir..ohh i mean yes S "</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Now I thought even I should ask something..so I copied all his questions</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Now you tell me What do u like??"</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >" ehm ehm...this was my question..you are asking my questions.."</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >" yaaaa..coz I am not prepared..thought of copying it from you"</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >" ok ..but only once..after this you have to ask your own questions.."</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >" Ohh sure..</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I showed off my 32 beautiful teeth..and hypnotized him in such a way..that I copied all his questions..and he didnt point out even once..:D</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Come lets go out for a walk...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">" S said after sometime</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Oh sure...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"....Heheheh now was my chance to earn some extra points I thought..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">While having a walk we talked about so many things..(many secret talks that I will not tell you for free...)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Hmm had a great time today with you..I will drop you home</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"...said S romantically</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yesssss mission was proving to be successful... Thanku thanku</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Yeah same here...but need to go to my uncles place now..everyone is waiting there</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > No probs..I will drop you there...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">BLUSH BLUSH..." </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >hmmm ok..if you insist..</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">" ..I spoke like a new sharmili bride..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">We walked and talked...we talked and walked...while talking and walking I got so engrossed..that after sometime I just didnt know which road to take...We had suddenly reached a place ..which I had never seen..it seemed like a mini kabristan...shucks..now how to tell him..what would he think about me...Mannnnn !!!! I got so pissed off ...I had no clue what to do...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > Hey do you by any chance know where we are??</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">" I asked him</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >No why are you asking me..I dont even stay in Mumbai</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Ohh good..coz even I dont know..but dont worry...let me just call up and find my uncles address"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >ok</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"...surprisingly he seemed cool about it...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">On the other hand my parents were mad at me.." </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Kya goyyy che..su kya asay sochaaan</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"(Wts the matter wid u..now wt will he think)..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Psst Mom please dont scold me..plz tell me the address..I m lost</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"..I whispered</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Atlast I got the address ..I gave S a biiiiig smile..." </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Got the address... now we will leave</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Ok..</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> ok !!!!again just ok..may be he was having some after thoughts..may be I was going to get rejected..I looked at him nervously...he seemed dazed..it was then that I realized... he was still in hypnotized state...phewwww...good for me !!!..that meant he would never remember half the things..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">We took a rick and went directly to my uncles place ..where all my cousins were hanging from the window grill just to have a glimpse..introduced him to everyone and bade him bye..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hmmmm that day if you see we were together for more than 6 hrs...In the end it was a YES from my side...(Clap..clap for me...)..and my SAY YES mission was successful...he also said yes...:)..( Yeahhhh thanku thanku.... another round of applause ).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">P.S :In case you need tips on SAY YES...or hypnotizing lessons ( BEWARE: It is effective only till courtship period...not after marriage..;)..)..or may be some acting lessons ( With free over acting tips) ..u can always approach me...:)</span>Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-87184975026096496102008-09-02T22:22:00.000-07:002008-09-10T09:36:20.454-07:00Frustrated Mind<span style="font-family:verdana;">What happens when 2 frustrated minds meet each other?? </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Result -------> This blog</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Holiday is usually a treat for lazy girls like me, but this Sunday.. I was feeling soooo restless...When I say restless..it usually means..talking a lot..jumping from one place to another...beating up people..or day dreaming about things like magic carpet,ring or anything that can make me feel different or one up from others. During my childhood days I wanted to have a invisible cloak..so that I could go to the place where the exam papers were being corrected or set..so that I could either give my self full marks..or leak out the papers from there...:)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And not to forget my magic ring.. to find whether the classmate whom I liked, had any hidden feelings for me in return ..:P</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">That Sunday as I was all alone at my place..with nobody to talk to...no scraps on orkut to check..and nobody to beat or do masti with...day dreaming was the only TP thing that I could do successfully.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Entry of my cousin..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Me </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">:" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Tell me one thing ...you are a Engineer right?</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">He looked at me suspiciously : " </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Yup...but hold on..I am a Electronic Engineer....so I cannot repair any software fault in your computer...you see that is out of portion..we are not taught that yaar</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Oh I see...what are you taught in college</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Sis we are taught..anything and everything that is not useful in practical world..;) ..that is a harsh reality...Phewwww...sob sob</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Heheheh.....ok ok..no I was going to ask you something else..yaar being a Engineer...tell me one thing..can you make something for me...that can be useful for me</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >As in ??</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >As in... something yaar..something different....may be a wing or something </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Wing???..which wing....wing for this building??....naah that comes under civil Engineering</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >No stupid...wing ..human wings....so that one can fly</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Fly?????..Where do you want to fly?</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Me</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> : " </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >I mean just think yaar...removable wings..When I have to go to office..I will go to the terrace ..slowly see if nobody is watching me... will attach those wings..and start flying...go to office...land on the terrace....remove the wings..keep it in my bag...then everybody will say..'Hey when did you come??..didn't see you coming !!! '...and then I will have this hidden smile on my face..hehehhe...you ..you got it..??</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> "</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">He was looking at me with disbelief...as if I had committed a sin in front of him..as if I was a psycho or something..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Cousin to me..clearing his throat: " </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Ehm...Ehm..Oh...I see.....</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> "</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Now I was quite embarrassed...'coz these are thoughts ..thoughts that usually you do not speak in public. I mean we all ( I think so)..get these thoughts..but we keep them in mind..we never speak them aloud . I was sure he was a bit worried now about me...and was ready to hear his comment about ..' </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >DIMPLE GO AND SEE A DOC</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I said " </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Yes...go on</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >No I was just thinking yaar....you often get these thoughts kya??</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Ya..I mean...just like that yaar..for passing my time...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"..I said defending myself..before he would suggest any doctors name.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Ok..but then don't you think something is wrong in this</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Wrong??</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> "..I gulped down a big saliva..and nearly choked myself..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">He gave me a very serious look.." </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Ya I mean suppose you have got wings to fly...then there is a danger of Eagles and other big birds yaar..what if they damage my Human wing..It can be very dangerous...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">" Suddenly his tone turned accusing</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >.." What if you fall down..and people see you??...Madam..nothing will happen to you because of the automatic parachute. But all intelligence agencies will come to know about this great invention..and about the brains behind this successful creation...I can be in danger...no yaar I will not give it to you...too risky...I will think of some other plan..</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"..saying this he left my room..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Aaiiiinnn????!!!!! ...ok</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Blank look on my face....followed by a biiiiiiiiiiiiig smile...I am not alone....my dearest cousin by my side...as we both fly and conquer the world..:)</span>Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-36519637294028368172008-07-01T09:49:00.000-07:002008-12-09T17:45:39.694-08:00Atlaaaast I am 24 !!!!....:)))<br /><br />Yup turned 24 ..and am sooooooo happy ...Just think about it...24 yrs of my life are over and many more still to come...woahhh gr8888888....:)))..Cheers to that..:))<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/SGplWQ1sNPI/AAAAAAAAADA/vn6mlTfY80A/s1600-h/cheers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/SGplWQ1sNPI/AAAAAAAAADA/vn6mlTfY80A/s320/cheers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218094551413830898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Though nothing much has changed in my life..I still miss the way I used to celebrate my birthday...new dress to school.. chocolates for friends and teachers...cutting cakes, waffers , gulab jamun...yum yum. I used to personally go to each friend's place and invite them for my evening Birthday party and would janbujke include this line " Gifts Not allowed haan plzzzz"...which would be like a reminder to foolish friends that there exists a tradition of giving gifts...and which also meant that plzzzzz buy me a beautiful gift...I would wait eagerly for my evening party..mainly accepting gifts from everyone...once that was done..waiting fo every1 to go ...so that I could see what was lying inside...actually while accepting the gift itself I would get a hint of what could be there inside...no no not because i was a gifted child and no also not because i had X-ray in my eyes..it was 'coz usually it would have Pencil Box, tiffin box..and sweet frnds wud buy biiiig games..(oh yes..and I would never forget to call those SWEET friends for my next bthday..)..<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/SHJOPM1yzHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GiOxI3fVM28/s1600-h/Birthday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/SHJOPM1yzHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GiOxI3fVM28/s320/Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220320941127683186" border="0" /></a><br />Ohhh btw everyone is invited for my birthday party and Plllzzzz Gifts not allowed..;PDimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-29467333954188275752008-06-01T07:20:00.000-07:002008-06-01T07:37:29.580-07:00Mujhe Kuch Kehna Hai- Part 2<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hmmm I know you will ask why Mujhe kuch kehna hai </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" >PART-2</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> ..when PART-1 was never written..Welll!!!!! part 1 was a Kareena Kapoor movie...and this title was suggested by one of my friends..so here goes MUJHE KUCH KEHNA HAI PART-2...</span><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" >WARNING</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">: Read it only if you are a fast reader or if you have ample amount of time</span><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" >PLEAD</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">: Plzzzzzzzz read it even if u do not belong to those two type..:P</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was a lovely September morning .Abhi was in the company bus on his way to work and as usual trying to catch up with sleep. A girl gets on the bus, comes to his seat "Good Morning!!!" . Abhi looks back at her through half closed eyes, replies "Good Night " and then proceeds to return to his half hour nap . Unfortunately, he is woken up by a punch in the arm.."Wake up, bozo!" She looks at him with a big smile on her face. "I'm not sitting next to you to listen to you snore."….Half-heartedly, Abhi opens his eyes and turns to her "What's up?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preeti was good-looking and slightly tomboyish. She was also his best buddy. "Come on" she says "Don't look so disappointed. You'd rather sleep than talk to me???"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">" But I talk to you everyday, Preeti."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But you also sleep everyday."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It's not enough."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So… you've had enough of talking to me, eh?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">You can never argue with a statement like that, so he gives up..smiles and says, "OK, sweetheart. What's on your mind?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I wanted to tell you what happened yesterday. Can you guess?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hmmm lemme see..Anurag called you last night."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ohh my ghosh ..how did you know?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh, he asked me for your number yesterday."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"And you gave it to him?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What else could I do? And stop complaining. You've been drooling over him for weeks now. He must have thought he had a chance."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You like putting me in these situations, don't you?" she says.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No…. That's not true. I love putting you in these situations!"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">That invites another punch in the arm.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Abhi and Preeti had known each other for a year now. They did tell each other about their joys and sorrows,victories and defeats. Abhi would tell her about all his crushes and she'd scold him for being silly. She'd drag him to classical music concerts and he would add them to the list of things she 'owed him' for.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was 12:00 am and his phone was ringing. "Hello"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Happy Birthday!" It was she.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You're supposed to throw me a surprise party, sweetheart. Not just call to say Happy Birthday."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Well then open your door, dumbo!"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">So he does and finds her, cell-phone in hand, at his doorstep -- with what seems like half the population of his company. His roommates were supposed to be working late that night. Now he knew why...:)</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">That day he blew a lot of candles (seemed like much more than 25), cut his cake, gets painted with the cake's icing. If Preeti had had her way, she'd probably have preferred to use a paintbrush and a can of paint.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">That day they chat for an hour after everyone has left.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I think it's time I left," she said finally, trying to stifle a yawn. Abhi drops her home. As she is getting out of the car</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hey, Preeti."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Thanks."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hey, don't get senti on me now!" she smiles and leaves..</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Abhi sits there for some time, just thinking. Their conversations were</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">always like this - a little joking, a little teasing ..</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">But somehow, something had changed since the moment she had turned up at his door that night...It was special..very special ..and he wanted to do something special for her..he knew Preeti loved reading books..So finally he buys half-a-dozen omnibus collections of various authors.Slowly he starts spending a lot of time at her place .</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">“Hey let me take this novel home”</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I'm not as stupid as you, ape-man. I know you will lose them. Plus, you dog-ear your books. You're not doing that to these masterpieces. So if you want to read them, you read them here. And if you want to mark your place, use a bookmark."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> "Need I remind you that it was me that bought you the books in the first place? "</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"So? They're mine now."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Well, then. I've been meaning to ask you this for a long time. Where exactly is my birthday gift?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It was in your tummy at one point of time. It's probably been washed into the sea by now."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Huh?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Remember the cake I baked you on your birthday?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You what? You can't bake cakes!" That was a mistake. She looked hurt.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You baked me a cake????" ..She didn't say a word. She just shrugged.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Abhi was stunned. "But you never told me."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You didn't ask." That was typical of her.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"It was fantastic! And you wasted most of the icing on me!"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"The cake was for you, dumbo."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How long did it take you to make the whole thing?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Well, the chocolate cake took an hour and fifteen minutes, and so did the vanilla. Then cutting them up and putting them together took another 15 minutes. Each flavor of icing took 20 minutes for preparation. On oven it took another half and hour.. Cleaning up the mess took an hour."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">She seldom claimed the credit for anything, but once she started</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">bragging, there was no stopping her. However, Abhi wasn't thinking about that right then.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You spent over five hours on that cake?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I forgot to mention," she continued, "the hours I spent the week before that, practicing… Even the birds wouldn't touch the first three cakes!"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">He couldn't help but ask. "Why?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Because the first one got burnt, the second one was only half cooked ,and in the third one, I forgot to add sugar."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was just like her, to try to divert the conversation.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I mean why did you spend so much time on baking me a cake?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">She looked at me like I'd asked her why the sun rises in the east.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"For your birthday, stupid. Of course, I also wanted to beat every gift you've ever got me. Try beating this one." She was grinning like she'd won the world championship.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">As far as he was concerned, she had. He'd never spent a week making her anything. Getting her a gift normally involved taking her to the store, letting her choose and use his credit card. Suddenly, he felt cheap. "Thanks.." was the only thing he could say. "Thanks a lot..."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hey. Are you getting senti on me again?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And this time he was…</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">He was still mulling over his feelings for Preeti the next day at work when his boss tells him that the company wants to send him to New York for a couple of years. Normally, this wouldn't have made much of a difference ..but right then, the first thought that comes to his mind is that he'd be away from Preeti for two whole years. He had had crushes before…lots of them…but this was different.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Do you have any problem in going?" boss asks</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Not really..When do I have to leave?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">He had a month.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Wow! New York ! Great! I've heard it's a fantastic city! "</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preeti was obviously very excited about his going. She didn't seem to share any disappointment on what he now saw as 'separation'.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">They had known each other for a little over a year, and were very close, but beyond some mild flirting, the relationship had never got even close to romantic. That was, of course, until he found out she had spent a week baking a cake for him. It's funny how small things seem to make such a big difference.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What happened?" she asks. "You don't seem very happy."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh..it's just that it's so sudden, that's all. And you know I was never all that interested in going to America ."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What an idiot. Go see the place. I've heard the women there are</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">amazingly beautiful." She had a sly smile on her face. He wanted to tell her, he didn't care if he laid his eyes on another woman again, if she wasn't with him... But he didn't.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">He realized that he only had another month with her. She'd rejected every guy who'd asked her out ever since he had known her. He didn't want the same to happen with him, and he didn't want to make it awkward between them. He didn't want to risk that month. He wanted it to be the best time he had ever spent with her.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">They ate out almost every night. She'd call him up almost everyday to tell him to add 'one more item' in his list.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And with every passing day, he was falling more deeply in love with her.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The month swept by quickly. The day Abhi was supposed to leave, he asks her to come with him to the airport. They reach the airport four hours early to beat the rush. He finishes the formalities and comes to sit with her.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hey, Champ. Why so glum?" asks Preeti</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I don't want to go,"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I don't want you to go either."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"No, you don't understand." He could not hold it in any longer. "I can't</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">stand the thought of living without you by my side."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">She stares at him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I love you a lot yaar..."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">At this, a sound escapes her lips that sounds like a cross between a</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">sob and a laugh. "Well, dumbo, you've picked an absolutely fabulous time to tell me about it!"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">A tear escapes her eyes.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How long have you felt this way?" …she was crying and smiling at the same time..he didn't know what to make of it.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"From the day I found out you had baked me a cake."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">She laughs. "That's all it took? Well, bozo, I guess a way to a man's heart is certainly through his stomach! Hold it. A month? You waited a month? You were the one who kept saying that if you really liked a girl you wouldn't waste a day in telling her!" ..She was smiling widely now…it looked funny, with her eyes all wet.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Well, I was confused. How did I know.. how you'd react? In fact, I</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">still don't understand your reaction. I thought it would change things between us. You've rejected every guy who ever proposed to you!"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"That's because even I'm in love with you, you overgrown idiot!"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What?" …Somehow, He had never expected her to say that. She was in love with him?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> "How long have you been in love with me?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ever since the day you offered to carry my suitcase for me."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"But that was the first day I met you!"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I guess I was always a sucker for chivalry."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"All this time you've been in love with me and you never said anything! Then you go and complain that I waited a month!"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You guys are so bad at reading a girl's mind."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"You women are so good at keeping your thoughts a secret! Even Einstein couldn't figure you out."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Einstein was a nerd."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hahahhah…but seriously…I really don't want to go." He had always maintained that love was a bucketful of emotions. He wasn't exactly delighted to be proved right.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Don't worry. I'm coming there in a couple of months."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"How?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">She laughed. " Welllll…!!!!....I've got a project in New Jersey ."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> " What? When did that happen? You never even told me!"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Well, I wasn't sure you'd propose before you left. And I couldn't</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">exactly sacrifice you to those New York women, could I? I had to watch out for myself. So I went on a project-hunting spree. There is an opportunity coming up for a project in about two months. Someone is coming back to India , so I'll be taking his place. They want me there for a little less than two years." She was beaming. "I realized I had struck gold!"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">”But How come you didn't lay a trap for me a year ago?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"I tried giving you hints, dumbo, but you just wouldn't pay attention!" She was laughing. " You're the only guy I ever spent any time with…Wasn't that a big enough hint?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Oooops…yeah….ok…What if I had rejected you?" ..now extremely flattered that she'd been crazy about him for a year...his ego swelling..</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Rejected me…You must be kidding!" she was clearly amused. "I get proposed to every few days. You are the one who's been rejected more times in the last year than I can count on two pairs of hands!"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">She really knew how to burst his bubble.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Hey," she said softly, "don't look so dejected. I said 'Yes', didn't</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> "Yes, you did. And you've made me a very happy man. But you know what would make me even happier?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"What?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"If you learn to cook as good as you bake cakes."</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">A punch in the arm again…</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Happy Ending…:)</span></span>Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-56393995545486929182008-04-02T08:48:00.000-07:002013-05-07T00:22:29.696-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: verdana;">"</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">Do you know ..there is this serial killer who kills every second woman whom he finds alone... !!</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">"</span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">Me:</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> "</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">Kya baat kar rahi hai !!!! ..</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">"</span> <span style="font-family: verdana;">" </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">Yeah..he is a woman hater..'coz his Girlfriend dumped him some years ago...dont know how can anyone do something like this..what an after effect...they say it is psychological...bah...psychology...hhahahhaa....this is all bullshit...hahahha..ohh man now where did I keep my Gulab jamun..gimme a min..let me just find that out..hahaha</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> "</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I kept quiet...After effect..psychology ..hmmmm...I remembered the time when I had lost something so dear..so special...I saw it going away..the pain that I had felt...the tears that I had hidden from this dushman zamaana ..sob sob..How had I felt..baaaaadddddd...very baddd</span> .<br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">It started this way .. I had gone to one of my relatives house..( I was in 3rd std..to be more presice ). Now I was a very shy and sweet girl..(Like you all must have come to know by now...I have not changed a bit..ehm ehm..Thanku Thanku..; )...)....following exactly what was taught to me. Now here starts my emotional story ..which will tear apart your soul..</span> <br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Before entering the house..my mom gave my kid brother and me thoda sa Gyaan about basic etiquettes</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">...</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">" </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">When aunty gives some thing to eat..do not eat the whole plate like you did last time </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">(Pointing towards my brother..</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">NOT ME</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">)</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">...take only one piece...and also when you are given something dont grab it and start eating, say " No aunty" first time...and second time you can take it..and then say "Thank you aunty...</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">"..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">We were ready..I and my brother even did rehearsals. Like perfect two kids we entered aunty's place. Sat there like 2 angels and then came testing time..Aunty brought Gulab jamuns. Yum!! yum!! Garam garam Gulab jamun with Rabri on top...perfecttttttt.. I tried to control my feelings and my outburst of love for my Gulab jamun...At regular intervals I was eyeing it..waiting for aunty to ask..just ask once....my ankhon ki Gustakhiyaan was soon seen by many people. After waiting for like 20 min.. aunty atlast came...</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">" <span style="font-style: italic;">Dimple beta Gulab jamun loge??</span>"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I blushed a bit..." <span style="font-style: italic;">Nahi aunty</span> "..and waited patientlyyy for her to ask me the second time...</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">ok</span>".. and she went away</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">ok???.....wasnt she supposed to ask me one more time...I mean this could not be...she went straight towards my brother..<br />" <span style="font-style: italic;">Gulab jamun loge??</span>"</span> <span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />" <span style="font-style: italic;">Yes aunty</span>".</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">" <span style="font-style: italic;">Ye lo beta..special gulab jamun</span>"</span> <span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />My brother gave me a wicked smile...I bit my lips..looked at my poor Gulab jamun...my lips trembled...this was cheating...Aunty had behaved unexpectedly...may be she didn't know that she was supposed to ask me again..may be she had never read that book on basic attiquetes... saddd...<br />Suddenly aunty asked me<span style="font-style: italic;"> " Dimple beta aapko Gulab jamun nahi pasand??...aapne kyu nahi khaya</span>"</span> <span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />Now what??...Somehow I had to improve my chances...I said something<br />like " <span style="font-style: italic;">Nahi aunty abhi garam hai na ..isliye..</span></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">per thoda der baad khaa sakti hun</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">"...speaking the last few words very clearly and with actions ..so that she would not miss it..</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">" <span style="font-style: italic;">Ok..mei fridge mai rakhti hun..so that you can eat it afterwards..</span>"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">That whole day there was not a single moment when I did not miss Gulab jamun...and that aunty ..so careless...she had totally forgotten about them..instead of bringing them for me..she was asking some stupid questions...I tried giving her hints..<br />" <span style="font-style: italic;">Aunty </span></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">fridge</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> ka pani peena ha</span>i".." </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Fridge</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> ka colour bahuuuuuuut acha hai</span>"..<br />" <span style="font-style: italic;">Light jaayega toh </span></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">fridge</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> chalta hai kya?</span>"...but all in vain....silly aunty....</span> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Suddenly my dad said.." <span style="font-style: italic;">ok then we will take your leave</span>"....</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Leave ??....</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">LEAVE !!!!!</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> ....</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">Nahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii keh do ki yeh jhooth hai......aunty yaad karne ki koshish karo ..meri amanat de do...mujhe mera pyaar lotaaa do</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">...but all in vain...silly aunty,baddd aunty...I dont know what had happened to her...I can never forget that dayyy..:(</span> <span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><br />Return from flash back...I saw my friend still searching for her lost Gulab Jamun..I took out the Gulab jamun that I had </span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">picked</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> up ..put it in my mouth...ahhhhhhhh relief....some after effects are not bad after all..:)..Happy Ending</span></div>Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-87551052694464347232008-02-05T07:39:00.001-08:002008-02-05T07:46:37.766-08:00Torture Express<span style="font-family:verdana;">When I saw him for the first time..I knew there was something wrong with him...(Naaah !!!..Dont worry.. am not writing a post about yet another Dyslexic child..I mean post Taare Zameen Pe,everyone is writing about being dyslexic or to have found one...In this case..Just read on and you will get it)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">He was wearing dark sun glasses that too in the evening...;) ... It was the first time that my dialogue.."Looks don't matter..inner beauty does "....seemed </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Pass'e...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Believe me..but sometimes God can be very unfair...(Btw If you by any chance belong to this category...you can skip this post...I will be writing something nice and sweet for you next time..yeahhhh!!..</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Now go away..</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I saw him going towards one of my colleagues (shiny)..And instantly got a Message from her ..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Shiny</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Godddd here he comes..this person is sucha pakao person...plzz save me!!! ..:(</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Me</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">:</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Ya.. cud make out that..look at him, he looks like a kankhajoora (milipede)....such irritating looks...wonder wt he eats?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Shiny</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Brains!!!..u shud hear his ring tone...always there is a new one..some bakwaas shaayri...and he doesnt even pick up the phone till the shayari is over...and today toh it is something like" Ouchhhhhhh !! Dhak dhak kar ne laga.."...wants everyone to hear that ..sooo sick..sucha torture</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Me:</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > Tch! Tch !..enjoyy girl !!!!...Ouchhh..;)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">After some time he passed by me..looked at me..and suddenly stopped..(I dont know his name..but he is sucha pakao person ..I will call him P)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >P</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Hiiiiiiiiii Mam</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Surprised Me</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Hmmm??</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >P</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >I see that you did not recognize me..Haaaahhhaaahaa</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Confused me</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">:</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > Sorry very poor in remembering faces </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">(I should have included Ugly faces..but as you know I am quite sweet and soooo innocent..I thought of dropping those words)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >P:</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >But I remember you...you were in XYZ branch before... right??...I remember Everythiiiing..!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Such a exaggerated Everythingggg !!....Mannnn !! some people I tell you..they behave as if they are your childhood friends or something. That was the first time I spoke to him..and I hoped it would be the last time ( I hate such over friendly creeps...:( )</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Next time he came directly to me..asked me something about his account...and again his stupid conversation started..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >P</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Seriously when you were in XYZ branch..you were soooo different..now you have changed</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Me</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">:</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Changed??..who me..??...In what sense??</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >P</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: (Took a deep breath)...</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >In every sense..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">o oh...this looked bad..condition was serious...I shot a instant message to Shiny...to keep her in the loop.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Msg to shiny<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Mannnn your Torture Express is here..and he is pissing me off like anything....do something..plzz</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >My great helper replied</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: Ohoo toh aapki lottery lag hi gayi...Enjoy !!!!..;) ..OUCHHH ...;)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Back to P</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Me trying to change the topic and give him some gyaan...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Me</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">:</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >You have a savings account..but you are performing so many transactions in this..not acceptable..open a current accout</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">P now tried to act like Shahrukh ( kankhajoora shahrukh)..he removed his goggles (showing his squint eyes)...did some over acting..as if he was in deep thoughts..(surprisingly he looked more like Rani Mukherjee from Black) and then said</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >P</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >You are right mam...you are right....I appreciate that ..but initially this was a savings account..no transactions nothing...but now I am a busy man..have my own business....you know which business?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ok now halt..you must be thinking why every third person starts telling me about their details...right?....dont ask me that question..mei khud nahi jaanti..but believe me I am innocent..sob sob...will do some research on it and let you know..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Sleepy Me</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Yawnnn...no no</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >P</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Kadhaii ka business</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >ME</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Kadhaiiiiiii ka business...as in....bhaandi,bartan..kadhaiii!!!??? (utensils)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >P</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Tch tch...you think I am that kind??...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">(Hmmmm !! This man had solid misconceptions about himself..but yeah in one way he was right..he did not look that kind at all..He was worse than that...I thought he was a bloody beggar or something....yuck yuck...)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">He continued.." </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >ye jo dress apne pehni hai na..iski kadhaiii ka business hai mera(embroidery).."</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">What did he think..I would jump and say.....</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >"ooooooo kadhaiiiyan ..wo toh meri favorite hai</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"..Duh !!!...sorry but I am not that kind either..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">After some more blah blah... suddenly he said.."</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Mam I wants to do frandship wid u..."<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Immediate thought process started in my mind..</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >" I "</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> wants to do friendship wid me..!!....Who is this </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >"I"</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">..where is he...what does he do??....and then I realised it was none other than the poor soul himself...Ghosh!!!...badddddd one....!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I snapped</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >.."so</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">..</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >??.."</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >I Hope u dont mind..</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >"Excuse me??"....</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">usually when I say "</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Excuse me</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"..giving a irritated look..the other party can hardly ever speak...but this man..my dear friends was so pakao and so dumb..that he replied</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >EXCUSED...can I get your mobile no...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Goddd..how can a person be sooo dumb...I gave him a melting look..he understood and said something like.."</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >ok..ok..I got it.."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Good...that I didn't have to say anything..coz I had no words...</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >frandship</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> request from "I" ...baddddd yaar and so saaaaddd</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I think after 1 month or so he came again to the branch.I was sure the best way would be to ignore him...he came directly to me..for a account statement or something..very sadly the printer was not working...and so unwantingly I had to speak to him...I informed him about the printer..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Dont worry mam that is ok for me..you can keep the application..when ever it is ready plz call me.. Btw Mam...Joint acct karni thi...meri wife ke saath..will you help"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Joint acct with wife !!..Did I hear it correclty..thank god he got married..that means I dont have to worry now...I told him the procedure and everything..and that I would inform him ..whenever the statement was ready..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Now you will understand why I hate him so much ..and why this post is " Torture Express"..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sweet that I am ..I searched for his number and called him up.On the other end a lady picked up the call..." </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Hellooooo</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Me</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">:" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Hello..hmmm...can I speak to Mr P</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Lady</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >" Hellooooooooo...Hellooooooooo"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Me</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">:" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Can u hear me ??</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">" (That day I controlled my anger like anything..thinking that it had to be his </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >dehati</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> wife..)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Lady</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > Arreeee kuch toh bollooooo..helloooooo</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Me</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: " </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Hello ..hello...can u hear me now</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Lady</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Hellooooooo...hellooooo TRING TRING...arre kuch toh bolooooo</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Damn it...!!!! It was then I realised..it had to be his very third class caller tune....He was standing just outside..he came in with his stupid grinch smile...said oh you were trying to call right..thanks mam for remembering...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I controlled my anger...So many pangaaaas with me..and still he was alive..i felt like beating him witha stick...Now I have only one mission in life..to make life miserable for him..let him come with his wife for joint account..I will surely do some </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >jhol</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> in his account...or may be give his photo in Sansani or Indias most unwanted....Ahhhhhhhhhh seriously he is a "</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Torture Express</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"...and I want some ideas from you people to piss him off..I mean..before he does that to me...AGAIN!!..</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >OUCHHH !!!</span>Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-51983299060617421062008-01-02T06:31:00.000-08:002008-01-02T06:42:43.145-08:00<span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >Living in my own world ,didn’t understand<br />That anything can happen<br />When you take a chance<br />Now I know that something has changed<br />Never felt this way<br />And right here tonight<br />This could be the…Start of something new<br /><br />I never knew that it could happen<br />Till it happened to me<br />I didn’t know it before but now<br />It’s easy to see..<br />It’s the start of something new<br />It feels so right to be here with you…<br />And now…lookin’ in your eyes<br />I feel in my heart<br />The start of something new</span>Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-88169424997492467752007-12-04T09:53:00.000-08:002007-12-06T07:19:56.434-08:00Alu chips, pakodas Etc...<span style="font-family:verdana;">It was traditional day in my Bank.I was very tired trying to manage my saree..which was sadly getting stuck with every movement of my chair. ( <em><span style="font-family:verdana;">You can understand it was just the second time I was wearing a saree...still learning to carry it off !!!...:)</span></em> ) </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>" Mayydam (supposed to be madam )...majha number ikde ala kaa??"<br /></em>Before I could reply anything..his phone rang :<br /><br /></span><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan Tan<br />Bilanchi nagin nighali..tan tan<br />Nagoba dolayla lagla </span></em><br /><em><br /><br /></em><span style="font-family:verdana;">(I am not very good in Marathi ..but I think it means..the snake has come out of his hole and has started to dance..I mean something like that... sooo funny ..;))<br /><br /><strong>Me</strong> : <em>Hmmm ..(Acknowledging the fact)<br /></em>" <em>Mayydam mera naam Tantya aahe ..myera acct madhe kahe tari gadbhad hote aahe</em>" (please read it the way I have written..with Marathi accent )<br /><strong>Me</strong> : <em>kyu kya hua ?</em></span><br /></em><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Mr Tantya</strong> <em>:"pleaje aap dekho...some problem..charges cut hota"</em><br /><strong>Me</strong>: " Ok let me check" </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />Concerned and caring that I am for everyones feelings...I tried to sort out the matter as fast as I could...(honestly I was much concerned about my saree..and was in a real hurry before any future disaster could take place)<br />Now imagine the scene..Myself concentrating totally into the transactions made by Mr Tantya and trying to find the "Mysterious charges" in his account and on the other hand there was Mr Tantya and one of his chamchas. It seemed as if Mr Tantya had not been allowed to talk since ages and he was trying to find a scape goat for that..coz after every 10 min he would interrupt and provide me with some unwanted information.<br /><br /><br /><em>"Mayydam aapko maalum mera alu ka bujness hai..."</em><br /><em>" Alu??"</em> ( That was a very obvious reaction coz I was not expecting him to tell me his biodata)<br /><em>"Alu mayydam....alu...wo uska hum log chips aur pakoda banate hain..aap nahi khaate kya ?? "<br /></em>The person accompanying him said in his monotonous voice<em>.." Potatoe Mayddam potatoe"</em><br /><strong>Me</strong><em>:" Ya ya I know alu..acha acha uska business hai"</em><strong><br />Mr Tantya</strong> : " <em>Haan ani kaanda ka bhi bujness hai</em> "<br /><strong>Stupid me again</strong> : " Kanda??"<br />" Kanda mayydam ..kanda...wo jiska pakoda bhi banta ahe...aap nahi khaati kya..Jain hain??"<br />Now before the companion could open his mouth I jumped </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" Nahi nahi mujhe pata hai kanda..onion na...haan khaate hain..Adcha acha uska bhi business hai"<br /><strong>Mr Tantya : </strong>"<em> Mayydam aapan marathi aahe ka ??</em>"<br />" <em>hmmm...nahi kashmiri</em>"<br />" <em>haaaaaaan!!!! ..arre mayydam aap poora kashmiri hi lagta hai...kashmiri bahut ache hote hain..bechara log ke saath bahut boora hua (witha verrry sad expression)...aap poora kashmiri dhol ke jaise lagte hain</em>"<br />" <em>Dhol???"</em><br /><br /><br />Now I was seriously taken aback..dhol me?...do I look like a dhol..I mean for people who have not seen me..I look a bit like Kareena kapoor, a bit like Rani mukherjee..and a biiiiiiiit like priety zinta ....wait a second did I forget Ashwarya Rai...!!!<br />( For those who have already seen me and know that I look like Lalita Pawar's lil sister...<strong>SHUT UP and read the next line</strong>..)<br /><br /><br />The chamcha again " Dhol nahi ..Doll..gudiya "<br />Fortunately by this time I was successful in detecting the Root cause of his<br />" mysterious charges "...<br /><br />" <em>Mayydam poore bank mei aap ho jo mera doubt solve ki...mei aapko bahut saara alu chips hai na uska packet doonga..mera uska bujness hai </em>"<br />Chips packet ..woww..you cant imagine I was soo happy..chips packet ..may be some pakodas too...yummm yumm...I acted and became extra sweet. Suddenly I stopped calling him Mr Tantya and started calling him Uncle Uncle.." <em>Arre nahi Uncle isme kya badi baat thi</em>"..and giving a expression of <strong>YE-TOH-MERA-FARZ-THA.<br /></strong>" <em>Nahi mayydam..mei jarooooor laaoonga</em>"<br />Time wasted but not quite I was going to get Alu chips packet...I told this incident to my friends Shiny and Srinu..both were happy and super excited..each of them made their own plans to pitch Tantya uncle for their share of Alu chips and pakodas.<br />We made story's of how uncle would come with packets in his hand...and we would dance :</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" Tofa Tofa Tofa Tofa Laya Laya Laya.." </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Wowwww !!! ..When would he come..Everyday we would wait for Tantya uncle to come..every day we would save some place in our stomachs for Tantya uncles chips..may be he would come.<br />AFter 1 week atlast he came. Shiny sent a instant message to me..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" Arre uncle aa gaye.. uncle aa gaye..he is coming to u only...plzz do remember my share"<br />Srini on the other hand " My share is 50% .. do remember..:))) "<br />Me to both " Who r u 2..i dont remember being ur frnd..:P "<br />And simultaneous message from both of them " TRAITOR !!! " </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />" <em>Hello Uncle</em> "<br />" <em>Hello Mayydam...dekho mujhe yaad tha mei laya aapke liye</em>"<br />Actress me trying to act as if I dont remember " <em>Kya uncle??</em> "<br />" <em>arre mayydamm yaad nahi ..Alu chips..pakoda..kanda</em>"<br />" <em>arre dont tell me aap laaye??"</em><br />" <em>hann mayyadamm...aye Ganpat chal alu laa</em>"<br />My attention now totally towards Ganpat.Suddenly everything happened so quickly that I didnt quite understand.. I got a instant message from Srini..<br />" somebody didnt want to share..gud for that person...hahhahaha"<br />" wt??"<br />and theneverything became clear...in front of me stood Ganpat with a real big bag ..<br />" <em>ye Bhori mei kya hai??</em> "<br />" <em>Alu aur kanda mayydamm</em>"<br />" <em>alu aur kanda??"</em><br />" <em>haan maydamm jiska alu chips bhi banta hai aur kanda ka pakoda bhi banta hai</em>" </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"<em> kanda??...mujhe samajh nahi aa raha</em>"<br />Ganpat again breaking the silence.." <em>kyu madam aap kanda nahi khaate ..ap Jain hai??</em> "<br />Now controlling my irritation..."Arre kya aap jain jain kar rahe ho...mei jain nahi hun...uncle aapne toh chips bola tha na SHAYAD"<br />" nahi mayyadam..mera bujness alu ani kanda ka hai..chips aap banao ghar pe.."<br />Now I tried to hide my dissappointment "ohhh heheheh acha acha uncle mujhe nahi chahiye ye bhori"<br />Damn bhori full of potatoes..just imagine leaving office with that bhori on my shoulders...<br />srini gave me a wicked smile...Shiny came running towards me.." what happened what about my share..? "<br />" Your share?? ..he gave me a bag of potatoes...and said ghar pe alu chips banao.."<br />We had a hearty laugh that day..:)<br /><br />Next day while having lunch we overheard X saying to Y..You know there is this Tantya uncle he has got Chips business..I and shiny looked at each other..winked and said all the best to X..though she still does not knmow the reason..I am sure the D day will come soon in her life too..;)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">(PS : This had the folowing charachters</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">main Lead : Myself</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Actor in Negative Role : Tantya uncle and his chamcha </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Extra's : Shiny and Srinu ( Yeahhhhhh atlast You have got a role...15 minutes fame...;P )</span>Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-50990361450208498212007-11-01T09:58:00.001-07:002007-12-01T22:10:18.183-08:00Something Stupid Like... I Love You !!!!<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I know I stand in line </span></span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Until you think you have the time </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >To spend an evening with me...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">And if we go someplace to dance </span></span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >I know that there's a chance </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >You would be leaving with me </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >And have a drink or two </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >And then I go and spoil it all </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >By saying something stupid </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Like I love you </span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >I can see it in your eyes </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >That you despise the same old lines </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >You heard the night before </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >And though it's just a line to you </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >For me it's true </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >And never seemed so right before </span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >I practice every day to find some clever </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >lines to say </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >To make the meaning come through </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >But then I think I'll wait until the evening </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >gets late </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >And I'm alone with you </span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >The time is right </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Your perfume fills my head </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >The stars get red </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >And oh the night's so blue </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >And then I go and spoil it all </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" >By saying something stupid </span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Like I love you... </span></span>Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-50194242330910081352007-10-01T11:56:00.001-07:002007-10-06T10:23:23.689-07:00DUH... !!!<span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Mangalik hun toh kya hua ..mei insaan hun..</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">My first reaction on hearing this melodramatic statement on news was.. "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Duh!!!..why are these news channel people even bothering to show this type of news..</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">but look at the poor girl !!! </span>"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">My brother gave me a wicked smile and said.."</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Yeah seems like somebody's future</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">..."</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Always ready for extracting some Juicy news from him I jumped.."</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > ya !!..whose future ??</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">He came close to me.. held my head with his hands, gave a sigh and then said "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >You My dear girl ..your future...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >My future..ya right...why</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >"You are mangalik dear girl..sob"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Me???...I am a mangalik..who told u that..</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >well..I overheard..and let me tell you something ..this news is 100 % true</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Dhananananna Dhum tanananana ..Dhum tanananana</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">....<span style="font-weight: bold;">So on.</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">(For stupid ppl who are wondering what happened suddenly...guys this is my background music...I was shocked you see)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />I felt as if I had been diagnosed with some <span style="font-style: italic;">Jaanleva</span> disease...about which I had no clue...Sigh.I could feel the curiosity increasing in me.So I decided that from now on mission Mangalik or should I say Mission Mangu had to be started.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Within my research period,I got different versions and different definitions from of being a Mangalik.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Internet Version</span>:<br /><br />Damn couldn't understand a bit..it talks about some houses..that Mars is in 7th number ka house..Moon is in 12th number ka house..and poor Rahu is in somebody's neighbor's house.. phewww very confusing</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Friends Version</span>: <span style="font-weight: bold;">(Exaggerating from every sense )</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Curious M</span>e</span>: <span style="font-style: italic;">You know what.. I am a mangalik..you have any clue about it??</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Friend</span>: <span style="font-style: italic;">Mangalik !!!...damn ..you hav got to marry a mangalik only..and if you marry a Non mangalik..your husband will DIE..<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hmmmm seriously??..Does that mean mangaliks are human killers?? Thinking about it...Mangalik people can start taking supari's..I mean if you want to kill some one (Non mangalik) marry her/him to a mangalik..and my fellow Mangu people will do the mission without getting anybody into trouble or any police case..Cheers to Mangu people...;)...Thanku Thanku this is my original idea and am not going to share the credit with any one..:))</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Comedy friends version</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Friend</span>: You are a mangalik !! ..ohh ok ok..I know what you got to do..You have to first marry a tree and then a human..:P</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Me</span>: Duh..who told you that...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Friend</span>: Ashwarya Rai..came to know everything from her marriage..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tree !!!....damn it.. just imagine people attending 2-2 marriages..one with a tree..and one with a humanbeing..and then commenting..<span style="font-style: italic;">" I think the first husband was far better and much cuter than this one...!!! </span>"..:)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">or another situation I have a fight with my husband and I say.." <span style="font-style: italic;">Mei jaa rahi hun tumko chodke ,apne pehle pati ke paas..wo mujhe kabhi kuch nahi bolta tha...!! </span>" ....;)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Flirt friends version</span>:</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Me again</span> : <span style="font-style: italic;">yaar you know I came to know I am a mangalik</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Friend </span>: <span style="font-style: italic;">So what??</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Me</span>: <span style="font-style: italic;">Damn I will have to marry a tree first.</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Friend </span>:<span style="font-style: italic;"> No no you don't hav to do that..seriously speaking..I am bored with life..I will do this sacrifice for you..I will marry you...if I die 'coz am a non mangalik...thats ok for me.. 'coz I am seriously bored..and if I don't die...we have already proved that mangalik and non mangalik's can be happily ever after..wt say..??<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hmmm..I thought that was very intelligent..and so cute..:)<br /><br />In the end I still don't have any clue..why such a big fuss is created about a mangalik person..and am still trying to find m</span>ore...Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-76752242091658580922007-09-01T08:06:00.000-07:002007-09-10T08:27:20.137-07:00Tagged !!! ..atlast...;)<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Guess this is the most difficult thing to do ..I am thinking from the past 2o min and still I have no idea wt to write...I mean come on I have to tell everybody about myself...thanks to <a href="http://nabilazaidi.blogspot.com/2007/07/tagged.html">Nabila </a> and <a href="http://kokonad.blogspot.com/2007/06/8-random-facts.html">Kokonad </a>who tagged me a month ago..I had been delaying this but now the shubh muhrat has atlast come..<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">1. </span></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:Black;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am a typical Cancerian Girl... very emotional..I get emotionally attached very easily...and so I try not to get too close to any1.I forgive very easily but I never forget..so if after years of friendship one day I tell you my age old feeling or some thing that had hurt me...don't be surprised..I remember each and everything . I kinda have a photographic memory ..so remember where exactly had we met ..how our friendship had bloomed..and when you hurt my little heart...phewww !!! sometimes I think my brain has got overloaded..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">2.I luvv to laugh and I really luvv to be with people who can make me laugh and who enjoy life. You will always find me in the company of such people. Quite weird but I try not to be with people who </span></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:Black;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">who are very sad in their life or people who </span></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:Black;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">crib about everything ..not that I don't care about their feelings , Its just that I tend to become like them in their company...and I don't want to be sad.. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">3.I take up different habits from different friends of mine...it is because of some such friends that I got this habit of saying "<span style="font-style: italic;">AAIINN</span> " and "<span style="font-style: italic;"> Arre</span></span></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:Black;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;"> " (When surprised )..or "<span style="font-style: italic;"> Ye kya Andugundu tha</span>"...(Indecent movie or any indecent stuff..quite childish but I cant control that...)...and the most frequently used " <span style="font-style: italic;">yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh</span>".....(When ever excited)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">4.I dont like to do house hold chores..and I hate all girls who do it especially in front of my mom. Plzzzz girlssss...plzzz have mercy on meee..what have I done to you...whom are you trying to impress...Not me right, no use impressing me..I am straight.....ohh plzz and not my brother..he is tooo young for marriage... then y????</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I don't know how girls do it..I mean you go to their place ..they act as if they are very happy to see you..they will run towards the kitchen..in 2 mins tea is ready..in less than a min different eatables are their in front of you..my mom always impressed by such act says " <span style="font-style: italic;">arre beta itna sab tumne kiya ..very good</span>"....pat comes the reply " <span style="font-style: italic;">heheh aunty isme kya tha...</span>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">isme kya tha</span>???..isme ye tha ki now I have to learn the same thing and do it when you and your mom comes !!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">5.I am quite imaginative..I can make up stories .. I can act to make them look realistic. Some times I cook up stories in my mind and get very happy thinking about them ...eeesstupid me ..but thats the way..:P..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">6. I am very possessive about my friends and my personal things..I cant share them with any one..though I wont tell them about it..but I get a bit jealous when my friends become friends with my other group friends..</span></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:Black;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:Black;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">7.What else...hmmm I am single...I have never had a crush in my life..well that was a lie..I have had many crushes in life..lemme see 1..2...3...4....100 ..but there have been only 2 strong crushes that had lasted for about a year..both crushes are crushed now...when I see back ..I am like shit why the hell did I ever like this person .they were terrible in every sense...my choice has improved like anything now..thank god for that..<br />But what ever it is I am happy being single..I am just not the typical Girlfriend types.I am so sure that even if I am in a relationship both of us ..(I mean me and my imaginary Boyfriend ) will be bored to death..what can one talk about everyday and I always wonder what do official gf and bf talk about???<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">8.Last fact about me to all my friends...I may have hidden a few facts about me from you but I Have Never Lied about anything in my Life..<br /><br />Phewww thank god 8 points are over...actually I had landed up writing 10 points..editing karna pada last mei..<br />Now my turn to tag ..heheh my favorite..Each one of you has to write 8 random Facts about yourself<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/NIKHIL%7E1.HOM/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ajith , Arz00n , Kartik , Manish , Nikhil , Saurabh , Alpana , Hirdu</span>...All the best..:)<o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:Black;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span>Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com57tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-83820490964016321142007-07-18T07:14:00.000-07:002008-12-09T17:45:40.448-08:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CC<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/RqyVbX37afI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xjjB9YN5myI/s1600-h/cake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/RqyVbX37afI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xjjB9YN5myI/s320/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092609576146790898" border="0" /></a><br />Happy Bday to u<br />Happy Bday to u<br />Happy Bday to dear CC (excuse me...Candid Confessions.. not call center..:P)<br />Happy Bday to u<br /><br />Ehm Ehm now its my chance to say a few words about CC....Yup CC has turned 1 yr old ..(forget about the date..) and I m so proud of her..:)<br />I remember the time when I had no clue what blogging was all about .My dearest brother S and one of my family friends K..would go on and on about writing a new post and I would be like<br />" <span style="font-style: italic;">Helloooo what is blog spot..what do u do over thr..You just write wtever happens ??...isnt that weird ..what if people read it..blah blah</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">and more blah</span>"....Got many explanations ...( you know the type of explanations u can get from a blogger boy and his friend ..;))<br /><br />In Aug I thought I should also give it a try ..I mean come on..one should try out different things in life right..so I wrote my first post..<br /><br /><a href="http://dimpleslife.blogspot.com/2006/08/peep-into-my-life.html"> Peep Into My LIfe</a><br />When I read this now..my heart bleeds from within..sob ..sucha saaaad story..but that time was totally different.My job was like an unhappy marriage..and I was desperately seeking for a divorce.The mere look at my <span style="font-style: italic;">HUSBAND's</span> face would increase my frustration level and on the top of it my <span style="font-style: italic;">MOTHER-IN-LAW</span> (<span style="font-style: italic;">Boss..:P</span>) was pathetic. (<span style="font-weight: bold;">Bigggggg Boooooo to her</span>)<br />But then things started changing. I began to notice things and do things that made me happy..in short I tried to make things work in this terrible marriage. I would spend time thinking on what I would write next instead of cribbing. Everywhere..in the bus..in a rickshaw..in a park or my bank I would wait for weird people to do something strange ..something funny ,so that I could write about them and feel immense pleasure..CC gave me a reason to live and to enjoy..:)<br /><a href="http://dimpleslife.blogspot.com/2006/08/unbounded-stupidity.html"> UNBOUNDED STUPIDITY </a> and <a href="http://dimpleslife.blogspot.com/2006/11/frustration-unlimited.html"> FRUSTRATION UNLIMITED</a> were two such real incidents .<br /><br />Then atlast I got a divorce from my marriage and it was bye bye to mom-in-law...:). The new office was cool ..(TouchWood). The rest of the posts were written with the new office in mind.<br /><a href="http://dimpleslife.blogspot.com/2006/10/saw-him-through-corner-of-my-eyes.html"><br />STUPID CUPID </a> is one of my favorite posts. I felt so stupid after the incident . But seriously those 5 days when I had spoken to this person X (on Intranet of my office) where the best days of my life...X rotated my life by 360 deg and then back to 0 deg.But cheers to X !!..we hav been gr8 friends..:)<br /><br />Then came the phase when I wrote my first love story <a href="http://dimpleslife.blogspot.com/2006/11/sweet-ogre.html"> SWEET OGRE</a><br />Faced criticism like anything from those who know me..70% people were shocked..I don't know why..I guess because they thought I could never write such a thing..and secondly because 100 % people thought it was my story..(<span style="font-style: italic;">Huh !!</span> )...but I thought what the hell..this was one such place where I could write wt ever i wanted..and nobody can dictate terms here..its my world..!! (and there was seriously nothing in it..you wont believe it, but I had to put a PS in that post..which was initially not there..!!)<br /><br />Then there were my flashback wala posts like<br /><a href="http://dimpleslife.blogspot.com/2007/01/chandrakanta-swashbuckling-fare.html"> CHANDRAKANTA</a>,<a href="http://dimpleslife.blogspot.com/2007/02/nostalgia.html"> NOSTALGIA:SCHOOL DAYZ</a>,<a href="http://dimpleslife.blogspot.com/2007/03/zzzzzzzzzzz_19.html"> ZZZZzzz</a><br />and some other incidents <a href="http://dimpleslife.blogspot.com/2007/05/laga-ki-chaay-pe-bulaya-hai.html"> LAGA KI CHAAY PE BULAYA HAI</a><br />It has been a gr8 journey...cheers to CC<br />Ohh my speech is over.. yeah plz help your self,can have a bite from that cake..:) ( and keep some for me tooo...:P )Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-43163503106447050142007-06-13T11:58:00.000-07:002007-06-13T11:59:17.752-07:00Art Of Living<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >VII std</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> : I had taken part in a group dance competition.On the first day itself I realized that the steps were difficult ..I just couldn't perfect them..I was so sure my friends would laugh at me..I had sleepless nights..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >College</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> : A friend left the Dance group just 2 days before the D day ..I was made a scape goat..I pleaded ..I warned ..but they emotionally blackmailed me..and next moment I was in the group and dancing like a statue..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Now again the same situation..I saw myself standing in front of 20 unknown people .. and was asked to dance in front of them (</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="font-family:verdana;">Hellooo</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">!!! Before getting any absurd idea in your mind read the whole thing)...This was my second day in the Art Of Living classes .</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Actually it had started as a bet, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >someone</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> challenged me that I would not be able to attend this class after office..even if I did ..I would surely faint '</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="font-family:verdana;">coz</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> of its timing and rigorous activities..I took up the challenge and here I was asking the trainer</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >But why me..??..</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sir : "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > why not you</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Me : "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >I dance </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" >veryy</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > badly </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" >plzzz</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >..."</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sir : " </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >So what?...tell me one thing that stops you from doing things that you like to..I know you like to dance ..I know you </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" >luvv</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > to sing ..then what is it that stops you??</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">" (</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="font-family:verdana;">Ok</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> one clarification..sir was saying this '</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="font-family:verdana;">coz</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> while introducing myself I had very happily declared my hobbies as singing ,dancing..this is my trademark hobby point..obviously I didn't have any clue that he would ask me to stand and dance)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Me : " </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" >hmm</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >...I </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" >don't</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > know...I do like to dance but ..they will laugh at me ..I </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" >don't</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > dance well "<br /></span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Sir :</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > "when nobody is at home..you dance </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" >rightt</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >..."</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I blushed a bit</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Me : "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" >Hmm</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > ya some times"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sir : "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Then feel as if nobody is there..who are they to stop you from doing something you want to do...tomorrow you wont even meet them..some Tom Dick and Harry tells you that you dance bad and you stop it for the rest of your life..do they have so much importance that they can stop you from doing what you want to do..?</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Close your eyes..feel this instant..just see what makes YOU happy"<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">I closed my eyes..and for the first time I felt so much relieved..seriously have you ever felt that there is this another person in you that wants to come out..wants to do things that it has never done...wants to laugh , become a child again..walk in peace... Most of the time what stops us are our own friends..the thought "what will my friends say if I do this thing "..isn't it??</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I opened my eyes..and was ready..(It's a different thing that the song on radio was one of my most hated songs..something like </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" >Thaade</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" >waaste</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" >de</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" >doongi</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" >jaan</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" >ve</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">..yuck yuck..but I did some decent steps..</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" style="font-family:verdana;">Thank you thank you..and for those who thought my dance was bad..excuse me Mr Tom ,Dick or Harry don't want your opinion..hmmph ..sir are you listening..:))</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">)..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I remember we had this experience sharing session where we were divided into groups of 3 ..each one had to speak for 5 minutes..Usually I talk a lot, but this time I felt 5 min were too long for my life..the uncle in my group had </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" style="font-family:verdana;">sucha</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> long story about his life..I mean with all respect..it was great to hear his story.. but it was too long..the boy had a shorter story but a very interesting one..and mine was the shortest..I mean after 1 min ..I was asking them "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >what else do you want to hear..??</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Also there was </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" style="font-family:verdana;">this</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> very lovely garden in our training centre..we were asked to go down and talk to one of the trees (one person with one tree)..initially we thought it was quite weird..I caught one </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" style="font-family:verdana;">sookha</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" style="font-family:verdana;">hua</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> tree..I looked here and there to see what others were doing..most of them had already started talking ..I had no clue what to do..I mean I seriously don't have the habit of talking to </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" style="font-family:verdana;">unanimated</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> objects..it was a perfect situation as if I had met a person for the first time..I had no topic ..I started by saying " </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >What has happened to you?? </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" >Don't</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > eat anything or what..?"</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">...and then things started flowing.."</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Listen Suukhu </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">(Nickname of that tree..cho chweet no..:))</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > I think you </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" >should</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > really drink more water and absorb more sunlight if you want..and what about other trees..they are good </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" >na</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >..let me know if they are not..</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" >ohh</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" >ok</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" >ok</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > so you are happy..blah blah..</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">" and then suddenly realizing that I </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" style="font-family:verdana;">should</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> now stop my </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" >gupshup</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" style="font-family:verdana;">with</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> the tree..that was one moment when I was laughing on myself for having talked so much (and such nonsense..but the tree was very sweet and very patient )<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Also I came to know how working in a bank makes you kind of a popular personality.While standing outside the class during break time...one member came to me and said " </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >You are in </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" >XYZ</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > bank right..I had been </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" >there</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >..I had come to you..and my wife knows you very well</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Me : "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >That is why I </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" >was</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > thinking I </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" >hav</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >e seen you </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" >somewhere</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >..." </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">(usually when I don't recognize people I maarofy this dialogue )</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" style="font-family:verdana;">Uncle</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> :" </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >wow good memory</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Blushing me..: </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" style="font-family:verdana;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">Thanku Uncle</span>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Suddenly another boy came to join us</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Boy : " </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Hey you are in </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" >XYZ</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > bank right</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Me again trying to be smart : </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" style="font-family:verdana;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">yaaaa</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >...You had come right..I remember you also</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Boy : "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >No </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" >yaar</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > I have never been to a bank ( Duh..!! )...I just heard you when you </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" >were</span> introducing <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" >your</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >self..why this yo</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" >ur</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > trademark dialogue </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" >hmm</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >..??"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Lesson learnt : Be a good listener and never react before knowing the facts..<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ohh by the way before ending this post , there is one more thing that I learnt..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >" Never be afraid of your view point, even if it is </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" >against</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > the flow..may be </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" >peopl</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >e are waiting for that one </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" >person</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > to stand up and </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" >fight for them"</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">..</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Thanku Art of living ..you really helped me a lot</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">With this I declare I </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" style="font-family:verdana;">luvv</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" style="font-family:verdana;">Himesh</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" style="font-family:verdana;">Reshamiya's</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> music..even with his nasal twang..Himesh jii I think you are gr8...</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" style="font-family:verdana;">Himeshhh</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" style="font-family:verdana;">Reshamiyaaaaaaaaaa</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I am </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" style="font-family:verdana;">cuminggggggggg</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">....:)..</span>Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-14902216658621741392007-06-10T10:46:00.001-07:002007-06-13T10:35:24.280-07:00<span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Kisi ne Majnu se Kaha</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >ohh teri Laila to disdi kaali</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Majnu ne jawaab ditta </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >"Teri ankh na dekhan waali </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >ved vhi chitta te kuraan vhi chitti (Pages of Ved and Kuraan are white)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >uspe syahi lagditi kaali ve</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >Gulamfarid jethe ankhiyaan lagiyaan</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" >othe kya gori kya kaali ve ??<br /><br />I dont know the proper words..but I liked it very much..it is a mixture of punjabi and hindi ...correct me where ever you feel the words are not proper.<br /></span>Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-62769856528652776422007-05-01T05:25:00.000-07:002007-05-21T10:35:26.545-07:00Laga Ki Chaay Pe Bulaya Hai<span style="font-family:verdana;">For those who visit my blog often..its a very weird title, but you will come to know the reason after some time.It was a war against my very dignified soul and my cheap soul. Cheapness won and the result was this post .</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">After office when I was leaving for home one of my colleagues who stays near my place offered to give me a lift. Now I don't usually talk much to him. But a lift ..cool..I started calculating</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Bus Fare : Rs 15</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Auto Fare till house</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> : </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Rs 11</span> ( why is Rs 11 Minimum charge for Navi Mumbai people..when others have to pay only Rs 9..thinking of complaining..seriously...my cheapness starts again..;) )</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Total : Rs 26</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Vs</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Motorbike lift Fare</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> :</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Rs 0</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hmm pretty tempting I said OK and hopped on the bike ... </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mistake No 1</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">About this guy (As usual I will call him Mr X ).. he is a very quiet person and I used to think he was a geek of some sort .I remember he once sent a SMS to me, it took me 2 days to understand the damned message ..and I still have my doubts whether I have fully understood the quote..;)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> We reached home .The poor guy had come all the way to drop me, just as a formality I asked him to come inside..I mean you usually do it right.."</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Plz do come in</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> "..when you actually don't mean it..but then he agreed instantly and said how he had always heard from my colleagues that I had a beautiful house. Surprised a bit I welcomed him inside. (Welcome ??...hehehhe )...</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mistake No 2 </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">He entered my house at 7 pm.Got introduced to my Mom and my Granny, became quite comfortable. After this I don't know what happened, but all the conceptions that I had had about him of being quiet and shy got blown away..(My remaining colleagues who are right now thinking that "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Naaah!! <span style="font-weight: bold;">He</span> is a very shy and quiet person</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"... girlsss take him home..then you will surely come to know ) .</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">This boy..Once he started talking ..there was just no way to stop him .</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Mr X</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> : " <span style="font-style: italic;">I was in Xyz dept and then my Boss said blah blah and then I Thought...This is it...!! </span>"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Chorus ( Mom ,Granny and me ) </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: " <span style="font-style: italic;">Tch tch then..??</span> "<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Mr X </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">:"<span style="font-style: italic;">..and then in USA..I thought..India is my home country..it needs me!!"<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chorus</span> :" <span style="font-style: italic;">Waaah..!!.. very good </span>" ( Huh ...Live Swades Movie..;))<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Mr X</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> :"<span style="font-style: italic;">and Blah.. blah... My native place is Xyz and then we go for walk in the morning ..blah blah "<br /></span>By now we were half dead..<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Chorus</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> : " <span style="font-style: italic;">Yawn ...good good..."<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Now's my favorite part..(but no offense)<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Mr X</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> : " <span style="font-style: italic;">Hehehe no no no...I don't eat Non veg food....ya..and I belong to the vanshaj of Shivaji.. "</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Chorus</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> : " <span style="font-style: italic;">Shivaji?? "</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Mr X</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> : " <span style="font-style: italic;">yes aunty ...Shivaji the Great..he was my great great grandfather..yes Aunty when there was a attack..blah blah and more blah.."<br /><br /></span>I don't know what he was trying to do..I mean if he was trying to entertain us..we were just not entertained..<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">My Granny who is a mimic and quite humorous ( but she can speak only kashmiri)..was now totally fed up and her comments had started ( you just cannot escape that )..<br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Hatsa vayn kar nereey ya shivaji ?? em zan kheow son kal</span> "<br />(<span style="font-weight: bold;">Translation: When will Mr Shivaji go?? He has nearly eaten our brains</span> )</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Mr X </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: <span style="font-style: italic;">" What aunty..Hey Dimple what did she say??</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I thought hard and blurted </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Me</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> : <span style="font-style: italic;">"That ...that no wonder you are Shivaji's grandson..You two have similarities..hmmm...lookwise "</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Mr X</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> : " <span style="font-style: italic;">Ya ya I know ...even my mom says that..bas ek beard ki kami hai ..hahahaha.."<br /></span>We looked at each other..<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Chorus </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: "<span style="font-style: italic;">ehm ehm ...hahahha.."</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Even hints like "<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Beta khaana khaake jao !!</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">" where not working.. we were getting answers like " </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Nahi nahi mei toh ghar pe hi khaaoonga.</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span>"..helloooooo then what are you waiting for ..go home no..!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Atlast at 9.30 pm he thought of going home for having his Din Din..:)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Now I thought the trouble was over, but I was wrong..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Now here comes a twist.. Emotion ,Drama and whole cloud of suspicion ....target --> Me</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">My Mom ,Granny and by now even dad.." </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Dimple he talks a lot</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> !!!! "</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Me </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: " <span style="font-style: italic;">Ya I know..but he is a very shareef boy "</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Mom</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: " <span style="font-style: italic;">Hmmm....why was he tellling us about his native place..??"</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Dad</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: <span style="font-style: italic;">"and about his parents..??"</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Granny</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> : <span style="font-style: italic;">" and about shivaji's relation with him ??"</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Me</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> : " <span style="font-style: italic;">Don't know..I think ..lack of topic or something !! "</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Dad</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: " <span style="font-style: italic;">Hmmm...Very talkative really...but why did you bring him home.? "</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Me </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: <span style="font-style: italic;">" Formality..nothing else.."<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Suddenly I felt like a terrorist being interrogated ..and sharp brains don't need many hints..I could smell what was cooking ...I defended myself..<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Me</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> : " <span style="font-style: italic;">Heyy plzz ...don't get me wrong..I don't even talk to him....Eeeesshh aapko kya laga mene chaay vaay pe bulaya hai</span> ( you got a hint why I have named my blog LAGA KI CHAAY PE BULAAYA HAI..hmmm ...I am so sure everybody got it..sharp brains don't need much expalanation..:))</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Mom and Dad</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: <span style="font-style: italic;">" Ofcourse Ofcourse we know..we do trust you....We were just asking.."</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span> :"<span style="font-style: italic;">Ohh Thank God !!"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">After 10 min </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Dad</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: <span style="font-style: italic;">" Dimple ....Vaise he stammers a bit na..</span>."</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Me</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> : " <span style="font-style: italic;">..not again..!! "</span></span>Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-18482041036519207382007-04-01T03:42:00.000-07:002007-04-01T03:51:04.690-07:00Thought Miracles Could Happen..It's funny when you find yourself<br />Looking from the outside..<br />I'm standing here but all I want<br />Is to be over there<br />Why did I let myself believe<br />Miracles could happen<br />Cause now I have to pretend<br />That I don't really care<br /><br />I thought you were my fairytale<br />A dream when I'm not sleeping<br />A wish upon a star<br />Thats coming true<br />But everybody else could tell<br />That I confused my feelings with the truth<br />When there was me and you<br /><br />I swore I knew the melody<br />That I heard you singing<br />And when you smiled<br />You made me feel<br />Like I could sing along<br />But then you went and changed the words<br />Now my heart is empty<br />I'm only left with used-to-be's<br />Once upon a song<br /><br />Now I know you are not a fairytale<br />And dreams were meant for sleeping<br />And wishes on a star<br />Just don't come true<br />Cause now even I tell<br />That I confused my feeling's with the truth<br />Cause I liked the view,Thought you felt it too<br />When there was me and you..Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-19468561170100049522007-03-19T02:10:00.000-07:002008-12-09T17:45:41.756-08:00ZZZZZzzzzzz.....<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Have you ever been to a meeting after working for 9 hrs in office ??...Pheww !! I had been to one such meeting recently and the result was a disaster.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">5.30 pm</span>..I was desperately waiting to get out of office..only 30 minutes more and I would be a free bird...watch TV..sit online..but then I got this mail from my boss about a meeting which I would have to attend on Fraud Prevention.."<span style="font-style: italic;"> What Fraud Prevention ??..What a $#%# topic..Why meeeee??</span> ".Forget about the boring topic ..this meeting was at a office which is about 2 hrs from my place. "<span style="font-style: italic;">DAMN IT !! I will have to rush</span>" ..and my boss in his usual style said " <span style="font-style: italic;">Dimple this will be a life time ka experience..get the best out of it..thats why I suggested your name !! </span>" (Life time ka experience..?? ) .In my mind I was like "<span style="font-style: italic;"> Sir I don't want this experience..plzz you only go..don't send me..I am least interested</span>"..but in front of him I opened my mouth as if I had won a miss Universe contest..."<span style="font-style: italic;">Wowww..!!! Thank you Sir..It will be soooo interesting </span>"...I reached the place late..but was very sad to know that meeting had not yet started.After <span style="font-style: italic;">thoda</span> time the meeting started..sadly there was not a single person whom I knew..The meeting was boring and the trainer was worse..Yawn and a double YAWNnnnnn from my side...my eyes were drooping and I was dozing off at regular intervals..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Don't know why but there is always a bugger in every meeting ( Let it be current office meetings or earlier college time meetings ) who feels fresh, active regardless of the shit topic being discussed..and has countless doubts..also these kind of species are least concerned about others.Now this kind was also present in my meeting.One point from the trainer 10 doubt's from his side...My sleep was getting disturbed because of him..every time he would ask a doubt ..our trainer would ask us the answer..toh naturally I would have to act as if I was thinking about the solution. Nodding my head time and again had caused a sprain in my neck, Torture had reached such a level..that different inventions that can be done (for people like me) where coming in my mind..what if I had some mechanism so that I could make a eye shape on my eyelid..people would think I am wide awake..but I would sleep inside...Heheheh nobody would come to know about that..and I would sleep silently...without anybody disturbing me..Zzzzzz....and then I would reach a jungle and suddenly fall in a hole...Thuddd!!....eeee I am awake ..I am awake...shit man I again dozed off in between..I kept my eyes wide open so that this would not happen again....Irritation level was increasing.."Abbe kya problem hai iski..kitna doubt hai isko..ek toh ghar pe jaane ke liye I am getting late..who is he where does he stay". But this went to deaf ears..people were really interested in this topic or may be they were just too good actors....actors...damn it ..what boring people..Suddenly I heard a voice "<span style="font-style: italic;">Excuse me ..can you just tell me what is the topic of discussion??..</span>"..AAAHHHHH !!!! my soulmate...I looked sideways to know who was this person... He was sitting like Amitabh Bachan in DON watching Helen Dance..<span style="font-style: italic;">ek dum araam se.</span>..(sorry I just can't recollect his name ..so will call him Mr A )</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/Rf4qDSAm9EI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qmo7NQhy-50/s1600-h/amitabh.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/Rf4qDSAm9EI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qmo7NQhy-50/s320/amitabh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043514868563899458" border="0" /></a><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/RgAC2ApgqfI/AAAAAAAAABE/0VMtr_hzUmU/s1600-h/amitabh.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/RgAC2ApgqfI/AAAAAAAAABE/0VMtr_hzUmU/s320/amitabh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044034709565254130" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">Looks: 8 on 10<br />Attitude : 10 on 10<br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I was quite happy to have him ..(Not because of the above marks scored by him) but 'coz I was superior to him..at least I knew the topic of discussion..I said " <span style="font-style: italic;">Fraud prevention </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">of course </span>"..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">Tch Tch that I know..what a waste of time..I would have reached home by this time..</span>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">Ya I swear ..on the top of it I am feeling so sleepy..</span>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">He winked at me and said " <span style="font-style: italic;">Ya ya I saw that ..</span>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" <span style="font-style: italic;">I was sleeping but still I know the topic..!!!</span>"..I snapped back </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">Ohh !! Don't get angry..I mean who wont feel sleepy.. even I was sleeping..I nearly fell off the chair...arre who wont sleep in his lecture..he is such a thakela Ramu Kaka</span> "</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">Ramu Kaka..??</span>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">ya from puraane zamaane ka movies</span>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I tried to react to this stupid joke in a matured way by giving a expression of Was-That-A-Joke ..but ended up giggling like Amrita Singh of Chameli Ki Shaadi..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">eeehhheee eehheee</span> ( Plz don't take this for Keshto Mukherjee's laughter...)..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Me : " <span style="font-style: italic;">You were also sleeping ??..but how come I never saw this scene..</span>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mr A : "<span style="font-style: italic;">Hahah that is the trick..You have to practice it...</span>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Me : "<span style="font-style: italic;">Yaaaa !! ..plz teach me how to sleep in meetings without anybody knowing it !!</span>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">You know what.. Usually I don't give coaching on this topic ..but in your case I will tell you how I manage it ..</span>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Excited Me : "<span style="font-style: italic;">ok ok ready</span>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">You rest your hand on the table and put your chin on the top..this gives your neck immense satisfaction ..but your tired eyes get an excuse to doze off in between..experience has shown that every time you will sleep..your hands will slip from the table..and in case somebody catches a glimse of this scene..don't feel embarrassed..give a irritated expression and say "Sheh !! I think somebody had his lunch on this table..so much oil..my hand is slipping..!! "..95 % chances are that the person will also start complaining about one of his colleague's who makes the table dirty while eating ..and 5% chances are that you might get caught..but heyyy as it is you are not going to meet him again ..</span>"..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Surprised me :"<span style="font-style: italic;">Is that all ??</span> "</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/Rf4zsiAm9GI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5BfQrCMeydo/s1600-h/matrix4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/Rf4zsiAm9GI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5BfQrCMeydo/s320/matrix4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043525472838153314" border="0" /></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/RgADTApgqgI/AAAAAAAAABM/3erBvlt9yoQ/s1600-h/matrix4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/RgADTApgqgI/AAAAAAAAABM/3erBvlt9yoQ/s320/matrix4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044035207781460482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Confident Mr A:"<span style="font-style: italic;">Do you know every body in this round table meeting is sleeping..it is just that they are experienced like me..they know how to sleep with open eyes..why, didn't you notice..nobody is uttering even a single word.</span>"<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Now I saw the people from his eyes..and yaa they all were sleeping..this male..he was so cool..and so goooood...hmm did I say good..naah he was god !!...;)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" <span style="font-style: italic;">But what about that gorilla..why is he asking so many doubts</span>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" <span style="font-style: italic;">Gorilla has to do that 'coz it is appraisal time..and the trainer.. is his boss</span>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">Ohh poor thing...are you not scared to doze off..what if the trainer catches you?</span>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">He gave a very wicked smile , leaning towards me he said " <span style="font-style: italic;">You know what..he can't do that to me..'coz I AM HIS (TRAINER'S) BOSS and it is appraisal time !!</span> "</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I bit my lips.." <span style="font-style: italic;">What??</span> "</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Giving a wink he smiled " <span style="font-style: italic;">Hahahha that was a joke..!! </span>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" <span style="font-style: italic;">Shit.. you scared me</span>"</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/Rf41miAm9HI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mheG2xp3nIA/s1600-h/matrix_reloaded.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/Rf41miAm9HI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mheG2xp3nIA/s320/matrix_reloaded.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043527568782193778" border="0" /></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/RgADiwpgqhI/AAAAAAAAABU/b20QIRtFnG4/s1600-h/matrix_reloaded.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/RgADiwpgqhI/AAAAAAAAABU/b20QIRtFnG4/s320/matrix_reloaded.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044035478364400146" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">After receiving "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Gyaan"</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> from him I was all set to sleep confidently in the meeting..Thanks XYZ..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Though I still don't have much idea of how to prevent fraud..I have a fairly good idea of sleeping with my eyes open in office and now am Ready to Conquer any m</span>eeting !!..:))</span>Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-31182011210359195402007-02-28T10:27:00.000-08:002007-09-04T07:32:06.089-07:00Nostalgia:School Dayzzzz !!!<span style="font-family:verdana;">I was cleaning out my study table the other day ..books lying here and there..my favorite pen which I had been searching for, was lying in one corner..mess all around..."</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Thud !!</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">" something fell on my head. Angrily I looked over to see..what was that '</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >@#@#%% thing</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">'...and suddenly all my anger vanished away. It was my scrap book..I left aside all my work..and began to read each and every scrap my school time friends had written...reading those scraps brought a smile on my face..innocent things written..I had even pasted my class photograph in it..seriously there were 2-3 people whom I had completely forgotten . This brought back very sweet memories..my childhood days...my teachers,lunch breaks,PT classes,small small gupshup's with my friend's..Life was very sweet and simple..No hard feelings..No ego problems..Woah!!! what a life..!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I remembered those day's when my best friend and I would giggle on stupid jokes. We were bench partners. Not a single minute when we would keep quite. I still remember the first time I met her and also the first time we fought with each other. The way we patched up after the fight..it was chooo chweet !!<br />There are so many incidents with her..<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >1 Incident</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> : I and my best friend ( SP) where sitting and listening to our very borrrrrring hindi sir's kavita...</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >yawwwwwwnnn</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">...suddenly SP took out a pen and made a question mark on my hand..enraged even I made a similar thing on her hand..she tried it again ..but this time I tried to save my poor hand from her attack..she caught my hand and would not leave it..</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> " </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Kya chal raha hai yahan pe??</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">" . She left my hand and both of us blurted out " </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Kuch nahi sir..kuch bhi toh nahi</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> "..Sir looked at us quite suspiciously ... then gave us a very wicked smile and asked me " </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Usne tumhara haath pakda tha...tumko kaisa laga</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> ??"..puzzled I looked here and there..praying some </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >aakaashwaani </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">would tell me the answer...but ultimately.. I very sweetly said "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Hmmm ..patta nahi sir..vaise toh theek hi laga</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"....and sir laughed like a Dracula... It was year's after this incident that I came to know why he had asked us this question...</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >phew!!! if I just meet him ones ..I seriously want to make many things clear !!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >2 Incident</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" > </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">: One of my friend's was laughing in Hindi sir's class..( I mean this professor was mad..boring ...every bad and mad thing put together..)..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Sir</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> : Anjuji ...kitna hasti ho tum !!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Anju</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> : Sorry sir..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Sir</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> : aaj kaunse paani se nahaya hai??</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Anju</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> : Paani??</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">One of the rowdy boys : Garam Paani se sir!!!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Sir</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> : tumko kaise pata...hahaha...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Poor anju...vaise toh even we laughed ..but poor anju..:) </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >3 Incident </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> : There was this girl in my building..who was quite older to me...I was in the 3rd std and she was in the 6th std...I was kind of her </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >chamchi</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> at that time...she used to speak very fluent English and in Third std..</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >I speaking all wrong wrong English. </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">One day I thought I would show her that even I could speak like her..so while going to school..I pointed towards two of my classmates and said " </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >These childrens are very naughty</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> "..She looked at me in disbelief and snapped back.." </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Dimple..it's not childrens ..it is children..you will say</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >These children are very naughty</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> "...Insult !!! That was a tight slap on my face..I would definitely show her the next time...I waited for 14 Nov to come...On the D- day ..I was ready..with great confidence I said " Ohh ..happy children day!!!! "....Now I don't think I need to say what happened next..those who understood this ..good ..For those who did not get it.." Ohh never mind..Happy children day..:)) "</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Wake up !!!...please one more incident ..plzz<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >4 Incident</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> : Our biology teacher had planned to take us on a trip to '</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Chin Choti</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">'..it is a mountain and midway there's a beautiful waterfall. Now my friend (SP) and I were quite happy about it. We started to day dream ..how we would be the first ones to reach the top ..how biology teacher would go gaga about us..now when the actual trek started..in the beginning both of us were all geared up to reach the top..but after 1 hr we both got so tired..and suddenly we got a laughter attack.. we just could not walk a step ahead..on the top of it..when half dead we reached the waterfall..I got so excited that I fell in the water on one of the seniors..a long imaginary story was later made out of this by none other than SP :)..( The story was that my bottle cork fell in the water..and the senior jumped in the water to find it for me..and she would always accompany this story with a very funny music.."</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Lalalalala..lalalalal..lalalallal.</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">.."..don't know how many of you understood which music it was...but it is a very horrible tune..which usually you will find in older..Dimple Kapadia movie's..like sagar..eewwww )</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Lastly if SP you read this blog..which I am 100 % sure I will make you read this time...how could we ever dance on that song "Hun huna re hun hun huna.."..shit and that too if you remember we would practice it outside </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >somebody's</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" > house..who would again and again come out to see whether we were a bunch of retarded children...and how could you suggest of singing " </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Aaj humare dil mei ajab ye uljhan hai</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" > " song for GROUP SINGING..Thank god !!! we didn't get time for rehearsal ..otherwise audience to bura haal kar dete yaar..;)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Shucks</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> !!..Having to write a blog on this topic has brought back so many memories that one post is not enough for it..I will have to write sequels of this nostalgia ..Part-I, Part-II ,and so on..Yaa I mean I still have to write about how I got addicted to chatting , my college friends..godd so many things..seriously I am surely going to write on this again. Till that time if you have a cute,funny incident to share..Plzz be my guest !!..:)</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span>Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-15858660281428377702007-02-11T09:12:00.000-08:002008-12-09T17:45:41.943-08:00Valentine's Day Eeeespecial<span style="font-family: verdana;">Sitting near my french window and gazing out, I can see pairs walking together ..birds chirping ..pleasant breeze passing among the trees...romantic atmosphere everywhere. Yaawwwn !!! No wonder... only a few days left for Valentine's day..these things have to happen !!!Then a sudden thought ..is love only felt by humans ?? I get my answer when I watch Laaloo playing with his kids. Ooops!!! sorry didn't introduce you to Laaloo.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">A formal introduction won't do justice to him, so let me take you to flashback (as usual ;))</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">Flashback </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">Bandana</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> tied to his head..sweat all over his face..unperturbed by the cheering going on for him...his eyes fixed towards the ball that is coming towards him...All children going crazy for him " </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">Come on Laaloo you can do it !!!! come on ..</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">" ...and...and ..and ... </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">it's a catch</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">..Laaloo had done it again....Laaloo our very smart ,good looking and most eligible bachelor dog in our colony. He was good at everything. He would play with the children. Cricket was his favorite. He seemed perfectly normal ..we had never seen any signs of madness in him...till one day..when he for the first time saw </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">HER</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was a usual day. Everything was perfect...Laaloo busy practicing his cricket with colony children when he had a glimpse of her and for the first time in his life he missed an easy catch...and the ball landed straight on Her head ...well </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">HER</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> in this case is a bitch (Hey don't get me wrong she really was a bitch..ok for the decent ones...I will call her Laalee..though its a very </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">yuck</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> name..)Returning back to the topic....That day Laaloo's team did win the match ..but as they say in bollywood "</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">per </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">wo dil ki match haar gaya </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">"..(I luvv that dialogue wonder who invented this line)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">For us she seemed like yet another bitch..but for Laaloo calling her ordinary would have been calling </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">Taj Mahal a pretty nifty tomb</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">!!! He had made up his mind..and one thing was clear for him now, that life would be a pretty poor affair if he did not get to see her again. So everyday he would wait for her to pass that road. No idea about her feelings..but wise men say..she was pretty famous in her dog community !!!..why the hell would she be interested in him..but Laaloo was adamant. He would try to gain attention from her by bringing left over food for her ,mutton from butcher shop...etc etc.. I think even she had begun to like him..but would never speak out. But hell broke loose when one day Laaloo decided to follow her home. For ignorant people, each dog has its own area..and dogs dont like stranger dogs encroaching into their area. That day Laaloo had broken a law...following Laalee he had entered a different area.Suddenly Laaloo was stopped by the gunda and dada dog's (oblivious to this Laalee had reached home ). Laaloo could have run away..but he didn't..he stood there like a rock.. ready to face anything for Laalee!!! The result was terrible , they ripped his skin off...he was in a terrible condition..and landed straight in ICU. That day all colony children,adults ..everybody was present there to give him emotional and financial support. When Laalee came to know this she came running towards the hospital. Wise men say they saw tears in her eyes and gossip mongrels say they even saw her breaking her bangles on the wall and screaming a "</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">nahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiia</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">' !!!! Doctors had given up hope they said "</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;">Patient ki haalat bahut naazook hai ..Laaloo ko ab dawa ki nahi dua ki zaroorat hai</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> "...I think she prayed quite hard..because after 5 days he opened his eyes..and recognised everybody.. prayers had paid off..Laaloo was fine in a month and back to normal health. He and Laalee got married and now are proud parents to 6 puppies...:))</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/Rc9eRDEBgGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zAQr2_PM-zM/s1600-h/brownies.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Yk0YNoVo7A/Rc9eRDEBgGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zAQr2_PM-zM/s320/brownies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030342955769102434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">Laaloo and Laalee</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Returning from flash back</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">This story taught me many things:</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">1] If you are consistent and adamant you can get anything</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">2] Troubles will always come in your path..dont get scared..face it</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">3] And the most important lesson ...</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">Dogs don't have to do anything ...they don't have to study,they don't have to go to work..they can sleep all day..nobody says anything to them..</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">I wish I was a ..( I am not saying anything now !!!....;))</span>Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-19762359804866664222007-01-21T01:29:00.000-08:002007-01-23T09:16:47.863-08:00Songs I Luvvv<span style="font-family:verdana;">Have you heard the songs of GANGSTER ..a very late reaction , but seriously... I had liked the songs alright but had never paid much attention to the meaning of the songs. Each and every line has got so much depth!!! </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">I realized it just yesterday when I was day dreaming and listening to the songs on radio. I have heard the " <span style="font-style: italic;">Ya Ali</span> " song more than thousand times, but it was yesterday I understood what it actually means. My favorite santaza :</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">'<span style="font-style: italic;">Bina tere na ek pal ho,</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Na bin tere kabhi kal ho,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Yeh dil ban jaaye patthar ka,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >na isme koi hulchul ho</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Sanam Pe Haan, Ishq pe haan,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >luta doon, mita doon,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >main apni khudi'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Loosely translated:</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" Let there not be a single moment without you, nor should tomorrow ever arrive without you. Let this heart turn into a stone, and hence not have any emotions/feelings any more. I want to lose my identity for my lover and my love!" </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Beautiful !!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The same is the case with Jagjit Singh Ghazal's. One favourite ghazal of mine is:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">" <span style="font-style: italic;">Pyaar ka pehla khat likhne mei waqt toh lagta hai</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Naye parinde ko udne mei waqt toh lagta hai</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" > Pyaar ka pehla khat likhne mei waqt toh lagta hai..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Jism ki baat nahi thi unke dil tak jaana tha</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Lambi doori tey karne mei waqt toh lagta hai..</span>"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Waah kya baat hai...Jagjitji tusi toh chaa gaye ho<br /><br />and not forgetting Elvis bhai<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Wise men say only fools rush in</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But I cant help falling in love with you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Shall I say or</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Would it be a sin</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If I cant help falling in love with you"<br /><br /></span><span>There are so many songs which have had an impact on me..who can forget the songs of</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><ul><li><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Maine pyaar kiya.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">.."Aate jaate " and " Aaja shaam hone aayi"<br /></span></span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sadma</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">.. "surmayi akhiyon se " and " ay zindagi gale laga le"</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span>and yes</span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> DDLJ ..</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">" Na jaane mere dil ko kya ho gaya" </span><span>(</span><span>one friend toh nearly killed me .."You dont like DDLJ songs !!!..how can u not have that in your list.." ..chill !!!! I included it now..;) )</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dil to pagal hai</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> " chand ne kuch kaha" ,"bholi si soorat " ,"dil toh pagal hai "</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dil se</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> " aye ajnabi "</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">RDB</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> " tu bin bataye "</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Taal </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">" humko chodke jis raste wo jaate hain "</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Euphoria</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> " Tum " , " maayari " , " yaar meri dhadkan "</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gambler</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> " Chudi nahi ye mera dil hai " (</span><span>I luv it ...when Devanand shakes his head and says " <span style="font-style: italic;">nanana aise nahi dheere dheere chupke chupke daalo in mei haath</span>" ...hoowww cute...;))</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">RHTDM</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> : All songs.." Dil ko tum se pyaar hua" , " hehehe bolo bolo "..</span><span>in this song favourite line is </span><span style="font-style: italic;">.."never do this to me don't ever do this to me babbyyyyyyy..."..;)</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dhadkan</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> "tum dil ki dhadkan mei"</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fuzon </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">" Mora sayyia mose bole na" and "aankhon ke saagar"</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Gori teri aankhein kahe</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hazaron khwahishe aaisi</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> " Baawra mann dekhne chala ek sapna"</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yaadon ki baraat</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> .."Chand Mera dil" ," Ye ladka haii alla ".."mil gaya "</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Sun saiba sun </span><span>( dont know the name of that movie ..but I luvv the song)</span></span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Karz</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span>(the coolest part about this movie and its song's are that every time Rishi kapoor comes on stage with his guitar in his silver suite and silver cap ..and says "<span style="font-style: italic;">kabhi kisi se pyaar kiya</span> " ..you just fall off the chair and scream "<span style="font-style: italic;">kiya</span> "...my favorite song is "<span style="font-style: italic;">meri umar ke nojawaanon</span> " and that guitar waala hit music )</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></li></ul><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span>and last but not the least " <span style="font-style: italic;">pal pal dil ke paas</span>"..it is such a romantic song ..I just go into another world ...waah kisne socha itna pyaara gaana..hum toh bas aapke fan hain jee..:))))<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">There are many more songs which at the moment I just cant remember...You tell me if I am missing any song which is your favourite..may be it is mine toooo..:))<br /></span>Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32767911.post-61540748075987013012007-01-06T09:40:00.000-08:002007-01-14T07:08:43.899-08:00Chandrakanta : The Swashbuckling Fare<p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >Breakfast in one hand and remote in the other, I was trying to find a good channel on a warm Sunday morning. Naah!! Not another Saas Bahu serial...no no..no sports channel for me...and then I came across a very flickering and unclear channel..Well no points for guessing..yes it was Doordarshan . They were broadcasting a short interview of Nirja Guleri .<br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Nirja Guleri...Guleri ..I have heard about him . Does he come in my bank...well no ..ohhh Nirja Guleri !!!!!!"</span><br /><br /><i>Flasback:</i><br /><br />Don't remember perfectly but I think I was in the third or fifth std and I remember our only lifeline was Doordarshan and DD Metro.I would wait desperately for sundays to come.<br />At sharp 9 am the sweet music would float in my Hall.<br /><br /><i>Chandrakanta ki kahani </i><br /><i>ye mana hai purani..</i><br /><i>ye purani hokar bhi </i><br /><i>badi lagti hain suhani</i><br /><i>naugaaaaaaaad vijaaaygaaaad ka raaaj kumaaaar..chandrakanta se karta thaaa pyaaaar..(2)</i><br /><i>BLAH BLAH BLAH...<br /><br /></i>Wow!!! I loved Sundays soooo much. Every sunday would be like a picnic. We had a TV serial time table .<br />9 am : Chandrakanta<br />10 am : Duck Tales<br />11 am : Talespin<br />12 pm : Fun Time...etc etc<br /><br />All my friends and I would assemble at one place to watch <i>yet another romanchak</i> episode of<br />" <span style="font-style: italic;">Chandrakanta</span>". The world that was depicted in that serial was just so fascinating .I was greatful to Nirja Guleri for making this serial ( Director or Producer of that serial ..I mean I am not sure..but who cares ) .<br />For those who have no idea what I am talking about...well I speaka Englis and' if ya still don understan lemme tell ya :</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >This serial was about Princess Chandrakanta of Vijaygad and Prince VirendraSingh<br />of Naugad . Both are in luuvvv. But there is our dushman zamaana. Both these kingdoms are big rivals of each other ( Due to some unknown reason ..now you don't expect me to remember these details do you ?? ). Now Chandrakanta has a very cruel minded minister ..Mr Krur singh . He wishes to marry her but then his wish remains merely a wish ..Why??...'coz Chandrakanta loves VirendraSingh ..stupid..(I see not' attentive in class..!!!)...So our Krur singh decides to go to the neighboring kingdom and join hands with another rival Mr Shivdutt. Shivdutt is another very interesting character in this serial . He, my good friends is not a normal human being or should I say he is not a homosapien...but an aiyyar..( A person who can convert into other animals..hmmm very dangerous ) and he has poison in his blood !!!!! Can you believe that ?? But childhood is such a sweet stage in one's life. You just don't have the brains as to what is good for you and what is ..well stupid...!!<br />We would all go numb each time Shivdutt would throw his new wife out of the castle window and make a snake bite him ( He has poison in his body toh due to some unknown reason he has to do that every day and is helped by his Ex -Flame Vishkanya in that ).Everytime this would happen it would arouse innocent questions in innocent minds..(who had nothing to do ...I don't understand why I would waste my energy in understanding these logics instead of breaking my head in understanding logics of maths or science..)<br /><br />First Bacha :<i>Hey why does he do that ??</i><br />Second Bacha: <i>Tha bitch asked him to do that !!!</i><br />Darpok Bacha :<i>Ohh !!! this Vishkanya ..God is watching everything..she will never have peace in her life.</i><br /><br />Hmm innocent minds...but not all were innocent ..<br />Any romantic scene would eco giggles in the room..tee hee ..I didnt watch that.. what happened..??<br />Hey I have my eyes closed..how do you expect me to watch ??..but nothing much happened. He was about to tee heee.. kiss her...but ... but then he only hugged her.<br /><br />Even Krur singh had become quite famous..he had become a role model for all small rowdy boys ..a beautiful girl in the street and suddenly you would hear " Yakoooooooo "..or " YAkooooo Pitaaajiiiii "...This dialogue of Yakoo Singh had become more popular than our great shakti kapoors " Maaammaa AAAAOOOOOO"<br />And now for those who have started to complain that this post seems to be a mini episode of Chandrakanta..<b>"EXCUSE ME..BUT HAVE YOU READ THE TOPIC...IT SAYS</b>.."<i>Chandrakanta : The Swashbuckling Fare</i> "...that means ..it won't have anything related to your favourite serial "<i>Shaktimaan </i>" or may be " <i>Raja and Rancho</i>"..(but must confess the monkey is quite brilliant in that...though I don't remember whether he was Raja or Rancho ..:p)<br /><br />Ok back to the topic...no don't get scared I am ending my post in Chandrakanta Eeeestyle...<br /><br />tatatatamnnnnn...." NIRJA GULERI PRODUCTION "<br />Again the music :<span style="font-style: italic;">Chandrakanta ki kahani...mana hai purani..lalallalalallaal..</span><br /><br />THE END</span><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-family:webdings;"><span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_117"><span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;" ></span></span></span>Dimplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01042059348853167284noreply@blogger.com28